[ Loiosh, an orange tabby, is flopped halfway out of a cat bed on my bed. One foreleg is stretched out in front of him. He is extremely asleep. ]
(look this is like Loiosh eating grass, there’s just gonna be a LOT of warmy spot pics this winter)
But I mean. They’re both SO SO HAPPY. Look at Tom!
[ Major Tom, a big grey tabby, is curled up in the same bed, though it’s now covered in a cat-sized crocheted (or possibly knitted) blanket in shades of brown, tan, and olive greens. It goes very well with Tom’s coloring. He has one forepaw casually draped over the edge of the bed, ears and whiskers alert but relaxed. He does look very contented. ]
The warmy spot is one of Tom’s favorite things about becoming a housecat, I think. To be fair, he’s got a lot of favorite things — petting, always-full kibble & water bowls, sofas, the roof — but the warmy spot is definitely up there. There have been several slapfights over it already; I need to look into getting a second warmy spot, now that I know we have power for it all year if we’re careful.
That way they could BOTH be this ridiculous.
[ It’s a slightly closer view of Loiosh. He’s still deeply, comprehensively asleep. ]
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