Shame, Tenzing! Shame!
Go out to lunch on a Sunday. Comment on the busy-ness that always comes with August, and the pre-dragon*con preparations. Stop by the grocery store to pick up random food bits we need. Come home and find this:
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Shame, Tenzing. Shame. Except you just don't know the meaning of that word, do you? You are, after all, a cat.
If I believed in reincarnation, I would demand to be reincarnated as one of my house cats when I die. I don't know what these two did in a previous life to deserve their current existence, but it just doesn't get much cushier.
Perhaps, next time around, I should consider getting smaller cats. Preferably ones that don't take up half the bed when they're not stretched out…