23 September 2009

Cats cats cats

My old blogging adage - if you've nothing to say, say nothing.

Or alternatively, bung on the latest cute pics of your cats. Sox, bless her, just likes to spend her day asleep on a dining chair while the three lads get up to all sorts, though that still mainly involves closure of the eyes. So...



... something is delivered to the house, and Sidney finds interest in the leftover packaging. Then...



... he gets tired of boxplay and goes to sleep under the pouffe, sheltering his eyes from the sun. Meanwhile...



... we get close-up to a dozing Oliver as he does his uncanny impression of a dragon. And...



... Harvey, who weighs more than a stone, manages to sleep deeply (and snore loudly) without falling down the back of the settee. Finally...



... the three boys wake together as something fascinating hops about on the patio at the other side of the door. Careful chaps, you know what curiosity did...

It's a cat's life.

2 comments:

Simon said...

Ah, bless 'em.

Any of them still bring you presents?

Valentine Suicide said...

There's something faintly disturbing about that second photo down.