Cats in the sun

Sometimes, Harold still chooses Pan's heated pad over his own (though clearly, he's bigger than it is). At times, I have to perform a Harold-ectomy to clear the way for Pan.


If, however, Pan is comfy elsewhere, I don't move Harold, and in this case, Pan has chosen the road more sunny. See?

Does he look like he minds?


I think not.



Last night, Harold suddenly discovered that there is this thing called television in the living room. He was riveted.


He watched dog and cat footage from the end of something on Animal Planet, and then the beginning of the hockey game, with great intensity.


Just for the record, the TV has been there, in that exact spot, for the almost-two years we've lived here. The same TV (I bought it in college, actually).

Periodically, he Notices it. Weird cat. Aptly named. (He was named after Bill Cosby's Weird Harold.)

Cute, though. Note the casual paws.


And Pan's alert, are you sneaking up on me with pills? head pose.


Cats by a sunny window. That's right.