Chris and I recently discovered an ice cream flavor at Publix called Sticky Buns. We haven’t been able to stop eating it.

Not one to let you eat alone, Hot Dog comes by to check out the dessert.

“What’s that you got there?”

“Hm, ice cream? I don’t know…. Is there fish in it?”

“Well, maybe I’ll have a taste… you know, so you’re not eating alone….”

“Hot Dog likes it…. carry on.”

Thanks for the approval, Hot Dog.

The other night as I relaxed on one couch and Chris slept peacefully on the other, the cats slowly flocked to me and attempted to smother me. First, Vincent crawled up next to my head to sleep in his usual spot. Then Toester fell asleep beside him on a cushion. Hot Dog then jumped on and fell asleep on my legs, while Mama Bear relaxed on my stomach. I forced Chris to wake up and take this photo of me covered in kitties.

And here they are from my point of view.

Not sure where Kramer was. He’s usually making kitty dough on my stomach in an attempt to bury himself.

Nambucca says: “Hmmm . . . I don’t think much of her fur.”

Pssst…. look at the computer screen.

Thanks for the submission… you dirty, crazy kitty!

Friday nights at our house generally involve a TGIF cocktail, some TiVo catch-up, and, for Chris, falling asleep on the couch at an unholy early hour.

Last night, Chris fell asleep with the dog, his guitar, a pack of cigarettes, and a few kitties. I was laughing so hard I could barely keep the camera still to get this photo.

I love home :)

Caught red-pawed! Toester’s New Year’s resolution to stay away from junk food didn’t last long.

Toester will eat pretty much anything, including fingers and toes.