This (slugging) is an activity of which I am especially fond, and my Thanksgiving cold only adds to this enjoyment. Mon Bon Crossaint Fromage Frere, JQ, is a most excellent partner in this pursuit. He is a man who wears flannel pajamas under his pants, helps our father carry wood in from the snow and wind for the fire we sit beside as JQ brews coffee, I knit, Law & Order plays. In this manner we can pass all the hours.
Here are some cats I have gathered for your day-after-Thanksgiving slow meanderings. They are the stuff of dreams.
via Cute Overload