grey fellow relaxing

just look at those whiskers 

This morning we attended the funeral of a lovely, local man, the church was full with people stood outside. W was born in 1934, his family filled at least a quarter of the church, a much loved man. After chat and coffee we had a quiet afternoon and evening at home with the pusscats.  Poor Jack had a very quiet day after a beating from a visiting cat during the night, most unusual for him.  He has a few scratches and no doubt bruises, he sat beside me all evening. Also grey boy was flaked out across me with little Ted lying on the other side. I think they were comforting Jack.