I snapped a photo of the Momcat behind the sofa.
I snapped a shot of the tomacat Trouble in the kitchen while he was looking downstairs for his sister. He's not too badly rattled by the fireworks nearby.
And then I catch Sweet Babycakes on my son's bed. Yes, it's true - my son lives like the Army infantryman he once was. Hey, I can still be a slob too even after 42 years as a civilian.
