Sam Adams, in the lounge, with a red pillow

I took a little vacation over Labor Day weekend, and have been having trouble getting back in the blogging swing. I have begun several posts in my head, but haven't managed to ferry them over to the internets yet.

So for now, because Maple and Dazzle have already been honored, I'll continue in that fashion and move on to the felines of the house.

Sam Adams, as the kitty gods intended:


Yes, that's the Sam Adams I accidentally cut open a few weeks ago in a grooming mishap. He seems to have forgiven me. (He never acknowledged the wound at all, nor the stitches, in fact.)