Friday, August 12, 2016

Sleepytime

On these hot days, Harris and Possum are usually found on our bed under the slow-moving ceiling fan. It's cooler in the living room but this is their spot. Wendy and Toffee sometimes join them; Lion never does. He vanishes from mid-morning to supper time, appearing only if he hears us taking cheese or turkey out of the fridge.  

Here, Harris thinks thoughts and then decides to sleep on whatever he's pondering. I don't think he meant to be shmooshing Possum's head like that. And Possum didn't care.





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