On the third day in Portsmouth, Pipkin visited the Strawberry Banke Museum, but was disappointed at a) the lack of strawberries b) the museum not actually being about strawberries and c) not officially opening until the next day, when Pipkin would be home in Vermont.
The grounds were open to those walking (or hopping) through, so Pipkin took a stroll around the olde buildings. He thought this tire swing was a lot of fun. Shouldn't all tire swings be this cool?
The cat seemed a little surprised to see a labbit in the garden considering the museum was closed. Suspicious that the labbit might steal some of the garden veggies, he kept an eye on Pipkin from inside the greenhouse...
...then he started to sneak up on him from behind...
...and got closer...
...and well...close enough for inspection.
The kitty approved and hung out with Pipkin for a while.
Seashells make wonderful plates.
Neeeener, neeeener. No dogs allowed!