January 16, 2009

Well, here's what the cats are doing.


Rufus blissfully suns while Pancakes ponders ruining it.



And he does.



Then he retreats to his fortress of solitude, AKA the inside of Uma's food stand.


Lil loves the smell of my mom's head. Here, she savors it.

1 comment:

Leslie said...

I love these posts. It's like a sitcom. Poor Rufus never gets any peace!

My favorite is the long orange paw extended from the bucket.