I wish there was some way I could get the camera and snap a picture without disturbing him, but I think that’s pretty unlikely.  The “him” I want to photograph is Norton, our weird little black cat.  Mike is out golfing for the evening at the indoor golf place, and I’m hanging on the couch with the pet posse.

Norton is currently sound asleep on the big chair in our basement, wrapped up as tightly in a ball as he can get, with his paw covering his face as if to keep out the world.  He is perfectly asleep, perfectly adorable, perfectly content.

Evolutionary theory teaches us that we’re at the very top of the food chain.  I beg to differ.  If there was any creature on earth I wanted to trade places with, it would be with this cat, at this very moment.