hey you.
we're just lounging around thinking BIG october thoughts under the blue dome of sky.
running errands in the neighborhood that happened to take me by here.
and here:
someone was in the exact same position when i returned. maybe his tail was pointing right earlier, instead of left.
i can't be sure.
JenEve says
that’s a damn cute cat rump!
Shar Ulm says
Is it just me or is that last photo a cruel trick or optical illusion. It looks like a black-faced, blue eyed dog with a cathead on its rump! Just sayin.
Cynthia says
Ooops! Not seeing this post until Tues morning and now…I am feeling very…sleepy! 🙂 Thanks for the lovely photos (especially the one of Wyatt at rest, although perhaps Sister is right, he might be transforming into a lounge lizard) and Tina, love that poem! So glad your son brought it home to share with all of us!!
M says
The cats make me envious of their abilities to just sink into the chairs and nap. The straddling cat tush has me roaring! Of course, I have the snoring Lab lounging to my left that sounds just like my dad, lol
Marissa
Renee LaPointe says
Great Harvest – best bread in the world…or at least in Los Angeles!! Did you hit up Zinnia while you were over there?
Carole says
Love the font you used for “happy sunday!” and “from los angeles”. Would you be willing to share the name? (I know that there are some that you prefer not to share.) The photo of the glass vase with the spools of thread and floss, and the two photos of the mission are beautiful. Once again, thanks for the inspiration you regularly provide with your posts.
Dawn E. Nguyen says
I, too, love the lounging kitty photos – they sure know how to get the most out of an October Sunday.
Thank you for sharing Mary Ann
Susie LaFond says
Oh I am lovin the above poem posted here by Tina and the photos are beyond adorable. I wish I could sleep like that, throw myself over the arm of a chair with not a single worry in the world dreaming every hour away. I’d be quite a site for sure.
Chrissy says
You take the best cat photos.
Our cat sleeps with his eyes open too!
Debra Mason says
Whew! So glad to know my cat isn’t the only one who hogs the arm of the sofa like Wyatt does. Love the pics!
Shelley Noble says
That last shot is ridiculously hilarious!
kelley says
Oh my god, it’s Monorail Cat! Too cute!
Pat P says
That first picture should be in Webster’s dictionary as the definition of Sunday.
Sister! says
Sister! I am telling you it is not normal for a cat to lay like Wyatt lays on the arm of the sofa. Watch him closely. I think he may be changing into a lizard. Has his tongue been darting in and out rapidly?
Violet Cadburry says
Cats as furniture…they have it down, what posers! I loved the two X factor auditions you posted, thanks for that and I agree both were fabulous. Spent the day with my Snark steam cleaning the floors and my other Snark steam cleaning the showers. Then I mixed a cocktail and decided to put on the chef hat and made individual meat pies with my new fangled pie thingy I got at Target. Have to say, they were very, very yummy.
Judy H. says
Loved.The.Cat.Pix! 😀
Also loved the thread photo.
Happy Sunday back to you from KC!
Joan says
I don’t know of another creature on earth that can relax like a cat, domestic or wild… No wonder they named a nap after them! The street shots are marvelous…in my book, everything looks wonderful in October…Fall is my most favorite season.
Sharon | the teacup incident says
That’s a relaxed Sunday you’ve got going on in your house. (and maybe MondayTuesdayWednesdayThursdayFriday too. Someone’s got to move by Saturday, right?) I like that poem posted above by Tina 🙂
Tina says
I love the lounging photos. I have allergies so I’ve never really paid much attention to cats but those two make me want to dive in and roll around on their lounging bellies in all that luscious looking fur.
A poem for you that my son brought home. He’s in 3rd grade and has to memorize a new poem every night.
“The Night Is A Big Black Cat”
by G. Orr Clark
The night is a big black cat
The moon is her topaz eye
The stars are the mice she hunts at night
in the field of the sultry sky