Cousin Punx

Pheel and I were sitting in the window seat which over-looked the square and catching up on old times when we heard a tiny knock at the door.

Happily the news had gotten around that we were hanging at the Boone and our little cousin Punx took the bus down from Richmond to join in our weekend. He's a city hog as we call our distant relatives. They tend to be a bit on the smaller side but are spiffy dressers.