Another memorable Friday the 13th! We had one in January and I got laid off that day. On this one I forked over $8,800 to the IRS. At least the latter scenario makes me feel good: I'm doing my part to fund the war machine! Perhaps I paid for some body armor...or a toilet seat perhaps. That's a better use of my money than some frivolous first-class vacation in Europe for a month, right? Am I right?
Anyway, let's get down to some feline business. That's why we're here.
Tot spent the morning asleep on what has to be a very uncomfortable 3-ring binder.
The Tot lurking on a shelf...on a collapsed cat trap, ironically.
Jessie Lee giving her daddy a robust yawn.
My babies will be getting a Friday fish treat shortly.