Sunday

Gosh, it's quiet round here with all the offspring scattered. We think about our departed Daughter 2.

The cats consider whether they want to go out into the rain.

They decide that they don't. They're not usually allowed to sit on Linds's lovely quilt but we're too weak to stop them, today.

Cassie.

Sirius. Some people can't tell them apart but this is clearly ridiculous.

Sirius has long legs.

Here he is, having a nap on the quilt again. Bad boy. It contrasts nicely with his black velvet fur, though.

What a long day it's been. And though we've done very little, I'm exhausted.