tattooed pig ears flew in on the wings of a stork

My dogs fiend for pig ears. It always never really clicked that they were actual pig ears, swine listeners. Yea, detached from the point that these were once little wigglers on the top of a 300 pound mobile bacon platter. Either way, didn't exactly materialize in my head until the other day when we discovered one that had a tattoo on it. Lucky number one hundred must have had his number called.

Oh, and a couple newcomers I am spending the summer with. They don't talk much, but they seem to be enjoying themselves. Eyes open for the first time, it's only a matter of days before they will start to explore their new surroundings. Taking in whatever this world has to offer with the curiosity that can only come from a feline.