The least you little fuzzy creeps could do is make the bed for us. You little fuzzy creeps. I can say that Lily was pretty ticked off at me when I took my jacket out from under her. Sorry, Lils.
Photo a day 158/365.
The least you little fuzzy creeps could do is make the bed for us. You little fuzzy creeps. I can say that Lily was pretty ticked off at me when I took my jacket out from under her. Sorry, Lils.
Photo a day 158/365.
I am toast. Mentally and physically. Well done to the point of being burnt toast.
Good night everyone.
No cats were disturbed during the snapping of this picture. I promise.
Now that we’re home from vacation, we’re back to all cats all the time. Enjoy!
Two furry friends, hanging out together.
The cats are displaying my feelings perfectly. I just want to nap… and nap… and nap.
We’re going to miss these little fuzzballs while we’re traveling next week. Not enough to stay home or anything, I mean we’re not crazy or anything. Sheesh!
Look at that face. That’s the face of a furry creature who knows that something unusual is going on in our house.
I just happened to be changing the lens on my digital camera, after having just loaded a roll of film into a non-digital camera, and she came in to see what was up. She’s on to us. She knows.
That’s one photogenic cat.
Photo a day for today. Robin Sparkles the Cat. 145/365.