Trapped Under Cats

I’m not kidding when I say I spend a lot of time trapped under cats. The little buggers seem to know when I’m about to get up, and that’s when they decide a nap in my lap would be just the thing.


Idge was our great dame, who passed away in 2009. Til then she ruled the roost and hogged all the covers.

Willow is the brown tabby. I’ve had her since she was about 8 months old (in 2001). She’s getting crankier with age, but we’re stuck with each other now.

Oz (orange) and Xander (black). Our spoiled little boys. Particularly Xander. They’re both adorable and sweet and the nightly slap fights serve as never ending entertainment!

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