This is my parents’ cat, Bibs.

When he comes in from outdoors this time of year, apparently his nose feels cold, so if the space heater in their sun room is on he likes to sit with his face almost touching it.

Performed by cats :-)

Silly, of course. But it made my daughter laugh. Me, too:

Hamlet: What’s the news?

Rosencrantz: None, my lord, but that the world’s grown honest.

Hamlet: Then is doomsday near . . .

Ha. The truth is, he’s always this laid back. Well. Except when he’s up to his devilment. Have I mentioned the 1-pound bag of lentils I found torn open and scattered all over my living room?

Must have known it was a Friday!

My camera’s autofocus did this. I didn’t.

He’s indoors — behind the glass. The autofocus trained in on the reflection on the glass.