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Yesterday, we showed you how Typhoon liked to use the unmowed wild grasses in the yard to hide from his prey (i.e., his siblings). Today was a bright, sunny day, so the Hu-dad was able to mow Sibe Quentin. So did Typhoon give up because he no longer had tall grass in which to hide, or did he play the same old games?
Typhoon “hiding” in the now mowed grass.
Pouncing on Cheoah as she walks about the yard.
Big brother Frankie does not seem impressed.
Did you honestly expect me to behave just because the grass was mowed?
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