Fallin' down on the job, I am. Caturday is nearly over.
Dude has decided that my purse on the floor is the perfect snoozing spot.
He's been such a snoozy, lovey kitty-boy lately.
There's a cute little calico that has been sitting on our porch lately, calling him. I've tried to explain to her that not only is he unable to fulfill her obvious wishes, she's being rather forward and trampy by parking her cute self on our porch and hollering for him. She doesn't really listen to me, though. Little skank.