The zoomed-out shots of yesterday’s laundry blockade didn’t do justice to Stanley’s state of mind, so I went in for closeups. Look at that happy face.
He was head-snugged into one of my pillows and Oscar, happily zonked out. He didn’t even twitch a whisker at me hovering around with the camera, which is unusual given his contrarian nature. I love this picture because you can see he’s a big, beautiful, content cat (with a cute and obnoxious little brother).