Sleepy Molly would prefer that I get my goddamn camera out of her face. Now. Before she cuts me.
Crappy picture, weird lighting, but that’s what Sundays look like around here. Ever wonder why we seem reluctant to meet you for lunch? Now you know. That’s five kitties, four on the bed, one on the windowledge. The picture does not show that there was also a kitty behind my back, and another on the floor under the window.
I have to say–half a dozen lazy cats make it damn hard to motivate yourself for anything else.
Caption: The Fur Menagerie
Look at how happy and comfy they look.