Inkblot, for some reason, got a wild hair up his butt last night and was zooming around upstairs chasing after God knows what for about half an hour. The picture on the right came near the end of his evening frolic, after he jumped in the bathtub to see what was in there. A few minutes after I took this picture, he was finally tuckered out and was purring his furry little face off as Marian scratched his tummy while he stretched out in the tub. All was well in the world.
FRIDAY CATBLOGGING....I'm too far away from the fires to offer any dramatic pictures, but the picture of Domino on the left gives you an idea of how ruddy the sunlight was around here a couple of days ago, what with all the smoke and ash in the air. Flee the devil cat!