One of Buddy's spots: under my shower chair.
Painting in progress.
Buddy lives for belly rubbings.
Mitsy's favorite spot (and our awful bedding).
I just love taking detail shots.
The minute you accidentally leave a drawer open, the cats are digging in.
Buddy gets a bath. Buddy gives me the finger.
Artistic, no?
[baby voice] Is that a yummy shower liner, Mitsy? Is that yummy? MmmmmmM! [/baby voice]
Mmmmmm, macro.
Their first encounter with snow -- of course, from the safety of the windowsill.
Even when things aren't so interesting, they still like to look outside.
RAWR!
Pet me! Pet me!
Fine then -- I'll just worm away elsewhere.
The door to the outside world is closed, so we decided to let the cats explore the stairwell, since they'd been begging to be let out recently...
Buddy makes himself comfortable.
Ahhhhh, sibling rivalry.
If any one picture could capture the spirit of Buddy, this would. Upside down, paws curled, coyly posed, wide innocent eyes, and those silly little fangs sticking out.
Tug of war!
I ordered some candy from See's, for myself and my coworkers, and of course the cats had to have their fun with the box.
Is that a tasty box, Mitsy?
