This photo takes us back to December 2005, when Pierre looked, really, really comfortable…
We think Pierre must have been practicing for relaxed Caturdays, even back then.
Don’t worry, Pierre, Caturday is almost here!
Laugh. Learn. Love cats.
Pierre: I’ve got the Monday Blues.
All weekend, I helped the peeps, and now they go back to work and leaving me with no one to help.
Do you suppose I could try and be helpful anyhow? I could help unwind the toilet paper roll. Or open the kitchen blinds. Or maybe clean off the papers from the desk. I’m feeling less sad already as I think about all of the helpful possibilities!
Pierre: The peeps cleaned out the front bedroom closet yesterday, where cats are strictly not allowed, and I helped!
Well, maybe I hid in the back of the closet in the dark, hoping somebody would notice.
They noticed. I had to leave. But I sneaked back in.
It looks like someone else with a fluffy tail sneaked in, too!
I checked to see if the coast was clear…
… and I got kicked out of the closet again. How am I supposed to assist from outside? Don’t listen to the rumors that I used HBO words when I had to leave the closet. Cats can’t pronounce enough consonants to say HBO words.
Then I discovered that one of the things that had been removed from the closet was an old comforter. Suddenly, going back into the closet seemed like too much trouble.
That wore me out. I’m going to take it easy for Sunday right here.