This weekend my mom and dad tried to salvage the apples that didn't do so well this year. They were going to press the apples into cider. Bad news is...the apples were mostly icky...and some had bugs living in them. Yuck. They don't look so icky on the outside, but once mom cut them up...ick.
Figaro came by to see if he could help. There was nothing he could do to salvage the apples. He purred over the few drops of cider that were created from the few good apples.