Naptime

This is my other cat. She is called Misty and is a sweet little lady. She has approximately halved in size since i brought my own kitten Stewie into the fold - partly because of old woman nerves (Stewie is way too hyper and scrappy for her temperament and i think she could do with a little Kitty Prozac or at least a stiff drop of Whisky before bedtime) and partly because, well, Stewie eats whatever is left of her dinner once she turns her back.

As a result, we've been feeding her up a lot lately. This is her briefly emerging from a lethargic coma she fell into while attempting to digest the roast beef she chowed down tonight.