People, I ask you, have you seen anything cuter all day? Sure, we might feel a little bad for the Butcher, who will have to come home and figure out what they did to his bed up there in the corner while getting it precisely comfortable.
But do you remember the years in which I would bemoan how much the dog wanted the cats to like her and how the cats would roll their eyes and go all mean-girl on her?
And here they are, the orange cat and Mrs. W. sleeping butt to butt.
It’s cute crap like this that makes me late for work in the mornings, I swear.