It's Not Always a Dad Lapfest

This post is dedicated to mom's lap.  Dad's always gets the spotlight, but I wanted to make sure y'all know I'm an equal opportunity lapcat.

 

Okay, so technically it's not mom's lap.  Still adorable though, right?  Once in a blue moon mom will sit in dad's chair.

The Girl, Her Mom, the Former Christmas Shrub (yep, still alive) and the Take-out Diet Coke

And I'll end it with what dad calls a dreamy, hazy (translated- poor dad focus) close-up of the first photo.

I'm telling you, if these aren't sleep inducing I don't know what is!

Ahh, Sunshine and Fresh Air

 We don't get quite the amount of sun puddles in this house as we did back in Wilmington, so when the sun does make its way in through the windows I have to grab some rays while I can.  At a certain time later in the afternoon we get this one spot between the living room chairs, and you can bet that's where I'll be found.  Gotta get it while it lasts, you know?

Since it's started to warm up some I've been slowly getting used to sitting outside on the front steps with mom and dad.  I'm very cautious since the whole outdoor thing is still pretty new to me, and never go much further than the bottom step.  Mostly I sit and sniff sniff sniff the air.  And then I'm ready to go back in.  As you'll see in the last photo I like the best of both worlds- my mat just inside the door AND the fresh air and sunshine.

The Cardigan and the Cat Who Doesn't Like Being Held

 Dad's never been one for wearing sweaters.  It's all in his big ol' dumbell head, but he's always seemed to think only older folks wear them.  Now, you don't know him, and I myself know for a fact that many people of varying ages wear sweaters so we mean no offense here. 

Well, recently dad took possession of  a red cardigan, and with the cold snap these past weeks he's come to relish its warmth, especially on these chilly mornings.  Y'all know how much he likes to tease me about my age and whatnot, but I'm turning the tables here.

So, dad, I guess it's safe to say that based on your view, you're officially older folk, right?   

 My word, if looks could kill, right?  The things I tolerate...