If cats could speak.

Baby washing after eating some yummies.

(…if you’re wondering why Baby’s fur is all funky on the side, it’s because he gets all matted and I recently cut all the knots out…)

Baby-kitty’s eyeball. I like the way you can see the lines of his fur and the contrast of his yellow eye against the black.
And yup, that’s me reflected in the pupil, in a most unflattering squat-pose. Sometimes I forget about reflections when I’m taking a photo…at first I thought it ruined the picture, but after a while I kinda liked it. It’s like he’s watching me watch him? As usual, your mileage will vary.

The new house gets a lot of sunshine in the early morning, through the back sliding glass door. Hubby and I like to sit in chairs and absorb the sun’s heat while drinking our daily doses of caffeine. My cat Baby, oddly enough, doesn’t seem to like lying there too much. He’ll lie on the edge of the sun’s line, with his paws in the actual sun. I think he misses the carpeted floors.

Those are my slippers in the foreground. They were on sale for $6 at Target … I think they’re cutely amusing.

Peek-a-boo!