Pierre was contemplating what we call camping (going up under the blanket, covers or whatever else is around to burrow under) when he was busted by this photograph – note the look of “not me” on his face. Never mind the fact it is pushing 100 degrees outside and the air conditioner and celing fan can barely keep up.
Pierre has always found interesting places to sit. This towel is here because when it rains (we are currently in a record breaking dry summer) water leaks through the door of this add-on sun room and flows right through this area. In fact, if you have eagle eyes, you may catch a glimse of the elusive leak frog behind the castor to help warn us if the water gets bad enough, Woot!
I couldn’t find Talia twice in one day, and since she doesn’t get around that well, I knew she couldn’t have gone far. The first time she was buried so far in the closet it took her several minutes to make her way out once she heard me calling her, the second she was here, in one of Pierre’s quirky spots. I suppose it had sun and a towel and that was good enough for her. The bonus was annoying her younger brother.