Shades of brown . . .

It's a lazy day, letting the world go by. G attacked by the gout, I'm waiting on him hand and foot (ha ha), reading, Banana lounging between us, off then back again.
Love that crook in his tail, flexed like a muscle for emphasis; it has a mind of its own. It's that "I'm listening (to your request), but I don't really think so " look.
Lazy day . . .