Saturday, March 04, 2006

Nothing soaks up the sun's rays like a cat

Rarely so discomposed, Boo sprawled in a sunny patch at my feet and purred with abandon, begging for a pet. How could I say no? Moments later, her ears scratched to perfection and tummy rubbed smooth, she burrowed her way into a folded blanket and disappeared, where she would stay until she needed another pat down or a sunny recharge. O, to be a cat.
This is why we have cats.

Tom asked us, "Why do you have them?" Because a nap in a comfy chair is a thousand times better when you have a warm cat purring softly on your tummy.