Let sleeping cats lie.

We were through in Edinburgh so the family could celebrate father's day with me. I got to be lazy, have an excellent meal cooked by C and L, and end the night with a welcome whisky.

The cat too had a lazy day - on the bed we were to have. She is a dear old thing. Getting close to 20 years old, a bit arthritic (but which of us isn't?) but still much loved. She posed once or twice - but this sleeping cat more effectively captures her character.