Hello! Sorry, the lounge looks a mess in these. Some close friends got married on Tuesday and then left on their honeymoon, plus we had a big client meeting last night and I've been checking on my friends' kids a lot. Barely been home, so we've just been throwing stuff on the chair and leaving it.
And my son's empty bottle of banana-flavoured milk from tonight was still sat on the table when this happened, and I didn't dare go over and throw it in the bin for fear of not getting the pictures
So I'm sitting here, having barely been in (and having missed the lads dearly, of course, as befits a lady of feline loyalties

), and suddenly Sweep walks in to look at the rats. I took my camera off its dock so I'd be able to take pictures if he did something cute, and lo and behold...
He went and made himself comfortable on the box of listing paper and started having a bit of a clean, looking quite comfortable and pleased with himself! Naturally he picked the spot we've been throwing stuff on

I swear he's trying to ruin my reputation on CP!
"Are you sure you're allowed to be here? You treacherous woman, you abandoned us with nothing but food to keep us company!"
This is, of course, ignoring the fact they've both been out all day since the weather got hot

I'm always the scapegoat, me! Oh woe...
"Talk to the paw, cause the kitty behind it is licking his elbow!"
I was
so happy I snapped that one - bless his cotton socks!
"You really ought to throw more stuff down randomly, it makes for a lovely bed..."
"I still say the rats look mighty tasty..."
Enjoy
Ninja is doing very well too. I think Sweep, with all his macho manliness, has just decided the lounge is his and not to worry if he happens to be forced to share it with us lowly bipeds.