The west wind is blowing with particular gusto today and the wind chill is about eleven above. So the cats go out but come rushing back in, all frustrated and frigid. A few hours ago, Carjo was on the bed in the man cave and three of them gathered ’round her, glad to be back inside. The photo above is of Pippin, resting on my baggy fleece pants with cats all around him.
This is the entire group with Sansa being in the window. In a typical kitten move, she jumped down onto the end table, knocked over a lamp, and scattered everyone on the bed. Kittens are such dicks.