A Purrfect Fit, Who's Furrier, and Snoozing Upright

In That order

 No words, just pictures

Good morning, all. Smudge's dad here. This wordless post was previously scheduled for publishing, so I figured I'd send it. Smudge and I are going to be absent for a couple of weeks. We've suffered a devastating family loss, and I'm just not feeling it. One of my children passed away unexpectedly, and I need to focus on other, more important things right now. Hug your kids til the end of time, and never stop saying "I love you".

Chilling and Lounging

Well, thank heavens the heat and humidity have subsided a bit.  I'm thankful for air conditioning, sure, but I was really starting to miss the fresh air. Here, I fell asleep waiting for the front door to be opened.

And in this next one, dad made some stupid remark about my butt being a door stop. My expression matches a snappy retort I can't print here.

 
Now that the temps are a tad more tolerable, I get to feel the breeze, smell the smells, and watch over the neighborhood again.

So, dad just told me, while deciding which pictures to post here, that he realized the majority of my photos show me lying down. "And your point is-" I said. He just stared at me dumbly like he often does, as I selected the next few. "It's what I do. I'm a cat."