Cute

I guess it was Sunday night when, after the long weekend of enforced relaxation due to the extremely cold temperatures outside, I got bored and went upstairs and took a nap at about 7:00 p.m. even though I wasn't really sleepy. I just didn't want to read, didn't want to knit, if I'd been a kid I would have been sent to my room just to get me out of the way. So I took myself out of the way.

I was a little cold; not cold enough to actually get under the covers, but cool. So I pulled the blanket that Misty gave me for Christmas over me. Pyewacket immediately claimed a corner of it and settled in.

Later that evening, after I'd gotten up, Pyewacket continued to lie on the bed, on the blanket, and gave no signs of ever wanting to give it up. I went downstairs and got the camera and took a picture of her.

So it was just good fortune that I had left the camera upstairs on the dresser when, yesterday morning, she got into the bathroom sink. I always think they look so cute in the sink, it's such a good size for a cat, and they seem to enjoy it so. But I never have the camera with me; this time I did.

Do you think I'm cute?

How about now?

I can be even cuter, see?