I took photos of all four felines in the same minute this afternoon. It was a quiet moment but most of them were looking picturesque:
Possum the Patriarch, as we call him, although he's only 3,
thinking deep thoughts, as usual.
Toffee had his 55th and 56th doses of worming antibiotic today;
he's finally finished, although I think he was cured weeks ago.
Harris discovered the joys of a trickling bathroom sink faucet this morning, and got all wet.
Wendy, just roused from her nap, considers airing a few more of her grievances.