Sun on Sunday

Life is good, everyone is healthy, even the slaves have stopped blowing their noses all the time.  It got even better today when the sun came out just as we were getting ready to have our mid-morning nap.

The only downside of us laying out in the sun is of course the male slave gets the damn camera out and starts poking it in our faces.

Eowyn decided to go for the evil glare to try and get the message across, alas she did not succeed. 

Schrodinger on the other paw went for the "look at me" stretch out option whilst trying to catch some sun under his chin.

In the end I decided if the slave was going to take some images of me he could get my awesome tail in the picture as well.