I thought Cinder would like it if she got to go to Tracy's to play on Saturday nite. She was not. She did eventually find some men who would let her cuddle, and managed to live through it. I should have known she was one of them. Just look at that sweet face!
See here, on the far side of the driveway, she started a pile of strawberries, and yelled at anyone who looked at it. Poor Tazer did not know whether to try to play with her or play defend the berries against Peeg. Cinder made it clear he should do something else besides look at her strawberries.