This is Donovan. I name these little fur balls every year the same way the National Weather Service does with hurricanes…alphabetically. So far this year we have met Alice, Bogart and Carl. This is the newest member of the batty Riviera staff. I first met Donovan on my way to the laundry room one morning..he whizzed by my head. He then landed on several bricks. Poor Donovan, he could not find a comfortable brick to save his life! Finally, he settled for a corner by the laundry room. I snapped this picture from 50 feet away on the fly with my zoom lens fully extended . I don’t like them because they give me the heebie-jeebies. They won’t hurt you…they are just freaky!
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