Yesterday afternoon, I looked up and found Tig and Gracie performing their usual afternoon activity.
Of course, at that specific time, my camera battery chose to go out on me, and the spare, I discovered, had been needing a charge. So I grabbed the old camera to get this:
Didn’t wake either of them.
Life is so hard when you’re a cat.
Tig barely fits in the kitty condo!
He has this way of sleeping where a part of him hangs off it (usually his butt). It’s quite funny. But he’s comfy.
He’s not just fat. He’s big. He’s mostly Maine Coon cat. When I hold him, he covers nearly my entire torso.
Ah, Tig and Gracie. I think I’m in love.