The weather was gorgeous today, but still cool enough to necessitate post-dinner lap snugs. Oscar was so worn out from the day’s rampaging that he hopped in my lap and just crashed where he was.
He melts my heart when he crashes like this. And he’s started sleeping between us at night again for maximum warmth, which also melts my heart. After eight months, he has lost none of his cuteness and I don’t expect he will.