Groovin’ . . . on a Sunday afternoon
…. I can’t imagine anything that’s better
The world is ours whenever we’re together
There ain’t a place I’d like to be instead of . . .
The Young Rascals Groovin’
With apologies to all those that were groovers from the 60’s, but the lyrics seemed appropriate for these two – who are indeed, young rascals who are happy to be together. Cuddly, but in the naughty stage of kittenhood. They particularly like jumping on my cutting table, playing with strips of fabric and Cosmo is very interested in the mechanism of my sewing machine.