Just Another Tuesday Photographing the Cats
Just another Tuesday photographing the cats, which is what happens when neither of us leaves the house all evening.
The tuxedo one was up on the loft ledge again, which she is not supposed to be, and then down on the carpet giving me her usual straight-on stare, then walking across the ottoman like she owned it. The other one held still longer — she claimed the leather chair for most of the night and stayed there, pink collar and all, looking mildly put out that anyone would interrupt her.
That's the whole account. Two cats, one Grand Rapids living room, nowhere to be.