Caturday in the park–I think it was the Fourth of July

You know, that old Chicago song, when you think about it, was really weird. Lyrics are rather stupid. But you know what’s not stupid? My cats. Okay, well, yeah, they are, but–first we have a twofer of Tig and Gracie on the bathroom vanity.

Gracie likes to drink from the bathroom tap. Her head is wet. Tig licks her ears while she drinks, and Gracie accepts it as her due, because she is Princess Gracie.

Next, we have Tig’s new toy that I picked up on sale at the pet store: It’s a pop-up tunnel just like the ones he had when he was a kitten. This shot is not Tig in The Time Tunnel, or in some giant beast’s belly. It’s just the pink tunnel.

He’s so happy. And so am I, because he plays by himself in the tunnel, and I get to work in peace again.