Not much to say here. Dad says I'm like a big furry living, breathing solar panel, absorbing all I can. The sun was hitting my chair just right on this particular day.
Dad pulled this next one out of the "Unused" folder. It was taken on Thanksgiving Day this past year. And no, I was not allowed to sample anything. I complained a bit before dropping off into la-la land from solar overload.
And lastly, though the sun wasn't shining in the bedroom windows dad liked the way the headboard lamp cast a calming glow on me. Easily entertained as ever, I guess.