2020 is a census year & it’s important that everyone gets counted, so I’m joining @nancyleong with a #caturday census count.
Dingus has been napping on this chair for days because we’ve had nothing but rain. He occasionally arises to demand food. 
His brother, Wingus, is perched on today’s mail. Sort of appropriate since this box contains a ridiculous cat-climbing-sleeping thing that I got for them. They’re unhappy they’ve lost a stack of Christmas boxes they were perching on. They’ll have to make do with this.
Juliet, who we rescued as a baby is the kind of cat that lets you pet her a couple of times before she digs in with her claws so I’m keeping a respectful distance.
Hermione has been consulting with the Budha for patience. Her prana has been suffering in light of the current occupant of the White House.
My buddy Harry has been hiding beneath our dining room table with a catnip toy. He tells me he has no knowledge as to how one of the dog’s soup bones - strictly an outdoor activity - ended up there with him. He never gives up the dog frens.
