During a recent visit to my son Brian and his family in Maryland, as I sat at one end of their dining room table while the others were elsewhere, every time I coughed I heard an odd sound for inside a house. It was similar to the cooing of a dove. I looked around the table and found nothing that would explain the sound.

I coughed again and the heard the sound once more. I looked on the floor. Nothing. I coughed gain and decided the sound was coming from behind me. I turned around and saw what you see in the image above. A tribble, of Star Trek fame. Every time I’d coughed, it shook the back of my chair, which shook the card table my chair was up  against, which shook the tribble, which shook, cooed, and trilled each time.

Beam me up, Scotty!

With Love,

Russ