Katz

Kirk, in one of her favorite snoozing spots, atop some weird Italian-bistro themed table runner my aunt gave me, seen here not being a complete assbasket of fuckmuppetry - knocking over box fans and potted plants - as is her wont.



Magellan, in a rare moment of holding the fuck still long enough to be photographed clearly, because he's normally crying for face rubs when I get that close.