Cats are champion at sleeping and Mishkin has made it an art form.
His tuffet is really designed for a much smaller puddy tat but he makes do. He’s especially happy when sunbeams are heating up his fur.
We had another tiny bit of snowfall yesterday but nothing to write home about. This morning it was 20 degrees Fahrenheit and we have lots of moisture laden clouds heading our way this evening. Tomorrow it may be white when we get up and I’ll be able to make cinnamon rolls.
Finished with row 400 and I’m over half way finished.
And the cat is sleeping again.