Caturday

Bella watches over the back yard.



Camouflage. Jake haz it.



A seagull snacks on a ham bone from Easter.



I woke up this morning to George lying on my chest, purring, and looking at me from a distance of about three inches. He'll do that at night, but as the room is rather dark, what I see is a black hole that has the outlines of a cat. If he's close enough and he yawns, I can see a light-colored palate and tongue in the middle of the black cat-shaped hole.