Hattie is growing up.
She's 5 months now. She loves to sleep like a cat with both her front feet curled underneath her and loves to sit in the sun on the bench seat.
Hattie has been a delight to raise and other than having an affinity for wicker baskets, for some reason, she has been very easy.
I see a lot of Hattie's mother (Meg) and grandmother (Darbi) in her, but she also has some of the Chopper mannerisms through her dad Juice coming through. I love it.