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Our cat Hodge, adopted earlier this year, has settled in nicely at home and now, one might say, the world revolves around him. Which is as it should be. Exhibit A: he has trained me to move his favorite cat bed (i.e. old padded chair seat cover) across the floor, following the patch of sun as it progresses during the day. He is quite comfortable with this arrangement, as you can see:

Sun on the belly, ah. Although he wakes us up around four a.m. each morning, he is quite ready to go back to sleep right around the time we either head into town to work, or finish breakfast, depending on what day of the week it is. I particularly like this photo - please note the fangs barely showing:

He can sleep like this for most of the day, occasionally opening an eye or two to supervise any projects happening in the same room. Watering the plants, say, or having lunch. Here comes the shade - time to move my cushion over:

I can't believe I'm putting pictures of the cat on my blog. Well, it's been a slow week. I've got nothing else. Besides, just look at him. A dear. I do love him so. Even at four a.m., hard as that might be to believe. (Ok, sometimes I do quietly threaten to return him to the cat store, but only if he scratches me on the top of the head before four a.m., in an attempt to wake me up. Which always works.)