Yogi Cat

Has anyone ever seen a cat adopt this position? We couldn’t believe our eyes.
 
Last night, Darling Daughter showed me a series of those images/sayings that people put on Facebook, starting with one of a cat sitting in a litter tray and saying “I was born. Then everything bothered me. And that brings you up to date” – or words to that effect. She then spent some time explaining how she was always agitated about everything. After this confession and a long chat, we both felt a whole heap better. She had got it off her chest and I was relieved to understand why she had been so prickly for the first few days.
 
Today, we’ve all been very peaceful, with both HH and I managing to get some work done and Chiara generally faffing around. The nurse was very late coming to change HH’s dressing, but when she arrived, she gave him a long and well-deserved lecture about sitting too long at the computer.  Then the physio came at around tea time and gave him an excellent workout – best physio he’s had this year, including when he did his hip replacement.
 

This evening, we all walked down to the beach and sat at a bar watching the world go by and listening to  Brazilian golden oldies. Caipirinhas seemed appropriate to the occasion – then Chiara and I shared a second one, while HH had a small beer, before we headed home for a bite to eat and maybe an early night …