A few weeks ago, when it was still warm enough to hang out on the porch, Edison enjoyed a snooze on a blanket on a shelf of side table. Here he is, settling into the proper snoozing position.
The snooze begins to descend upon his consciousness.
Annnnnnnnnnd the chin is down.
How's a cat supposed to sleep with a camera pointed at him?
But he's just so handsome I can't help myself.
How is it that we've been so fortunate that all of our cats have been such handsome critters?