Funky feline fotos

Bert likes to come visit us on the deck in nice weather. Sometimes he jumps up on my lap, other times he sprawls on the table, and this time he nestled down into one of the empty planter boxes. I will soon be putting geraniums in the planters, but in the meantime, Bert thinks that they're spa beds.

It's almost like a sarcophagus. He has no idea that cats were once mummified.

In the good weather, Bert gets more people time than he does in winter. He'd rather snooze close to us than down in the garage where his bed is. He still spends most mornings on the couch when Ken gets up, but he has to go outside when it's time for Callie's breakfast. Mademoiselle does not tolerate cats.

Snooooze.

It's too bad, because Bert has no problem with dogs. It's just Callie who won't leave him alone. She was here first, it's her house, and from her point of view, Bert is an intruder who must be chased. Oh well. It's been five years and nothing's changed.

Just hanging out on the table top.