As Usual, Comfort is What it's All About

So as I mentioned we're back in Wilmington, with swaying palms, tall pines and rolling waves in the distance.  Actually, it's mom and dad that are "back" as I've never lived near the shore. And we're truthfully just a whisker outside of Wilmington, though only minutes from the vibrant downtown riverfront.
     This was me and mom having a peaceful snooze while we were still in our temporary digs.

  For a senior Tortie I've surprised mom and dad by growing so cuddly with them.    Since moving here I've also discovered some new places.  They got a futon to replace the double mancave chair they didn't want to move hated to part with and the other morning dad thought he lost me.  After searching high and low he caught sight of my tail sticking out from the back of the futon.
     I've also expanded on my sleeping locations, and mom found me here between the pillows the other day. 

What can I say- it was warm and comfy, though I've been told this is now off limits since dad found a puddle of yack the day this picture was taken.  

     And speaking of comfy, though we aren't huge sports fans mom and dad are from New England so we did catch the Superbowl last weekend. 

We don't want a television and don't much care for watching anything regularly, and when we do we're fine with the laptop. This was how our Sunday evening was spent.  What the camera doesn't show is the beer- and pizza-stuffed bellies (hint- not mine).