The Fish!
So I come home yesterday to this:
Dead cat. In my chair.
She seriously sleeps like that . . . with her eyes open.
She woke up and wanted me to pet her. You can tell she's using her incredible mind-control powers in this picture: look at the glowing eyes. I'm sure that just from looking at a picture, you're feeling the uncontrollable urge to pet her belly.
It's hard work being this cute.
As the following photos demonstrate, this cat has incredible reserves of cuteness. She's fairly ordinary-looking, I admit. Nothing spectacular about a little grey cat. She's not a purebred, she's pretty but not amazing. But she is the most snuggly cat I have ever had. And now I have photographic proof. She got into my lap and lay there purring while I took about a million pictures of her.
See? Fucking adorable! Sometimes she goes all Jacob's Ladder, though, and that is not so cute. To wit:
And if you get too fresh, there's always her fishhooks:
I'm making you look at this one, too, so that even if you skip the rest, you HAVE to see how cute she is.
Happy Friday. I hope this week sucked for you less than it sucked for me. But I have the Fish, and you haven't the Fish, so in the long run, I think I will come out ahead.