This is where the cats were this evening after spending most of the day outside.
Sophia was totally wiped out. Of course she is the one who got supper, or so she thought. She brought us a mouse and put it on the east deck.
This picture is too dark but I didn’t want to wake. Old Tigee. At age 20, a cat should get to sleep all she wants.
Roger of course had to sit on my lap when we watched tv. This is her after I got up to go to bed. She was trying to decide what to do. She finally came to sleep by my legs. So warm when the furnace is turned down.