Chicago joins two vegetables by the fire

I'm still feeling lazy, still vegging by the fire with Jim, but Chicago has joined us so I had better put it in a picture that includes her. You haven't seen her yet since my return, because she usually waits until the initial flurry of greetings is over before she comes out and by then my battery was dead. Whenever there are little people in the house she just disappears. Lynxton is still here, but he's asleep. Margie is grocery shopping. So it's just us three - Jim curled up on my ankles, Chicago snug on my chest – vegging together by the fire. If Lynxton should wake up before Margie returns, then Chicago will disappear, I will have to get up to care for him and Jim's comfy rest will get disturbed. 

Text added at 4:53 PM. 

Lazy today

Feeling lazy today. Don't want to do anything but sit by the fire with Jim and veg. Don't expect much from me today. This selfie just might be it.

Jim's a damn good cat. 

Let's see if this self-portrait with black cat posts*

I feel a little badly. True, Margie has come home a day earlier than I expected and has brought Lynx with her and that is good. I am happy about it. But I feel bad I so falsely claimed to be all alone in this house during the days she spends in Anchorage babysitting Lynx. Of course I am not alone! Sorry, Jim. Chicago, I apologize to you, too.

And all you tropical fish…

*I'll be... it did post the pic - on the first try. Maybe Squarespace has made the fix. They haven't notified me yet, but maybe they did make the fix and are cautiously holding their breath to see if it really takes. I hope so and in that hope I am not going to run the longer story of explanation, unless I soon learn I really need to.

Fall time coffee break on a Wasilla back road

A photographer with his iPhone on his coffee break out in the midst of the splendor of fall deep on a Wasilla back road in South Central Alaska.

In zombie mode, with cats

I am in zombie mode today. Don't expect much from me. While Chicago, the calico cat, never greets me at the door when I return the way Jim does, she always appears a bit later and then follows me wherever I go. She uses me for a chair, for a bed, for a pillow. She wants to be with me all the time.

Jim does too. These are real buds, these two cats.