After 37 years of blissful harmony in marriage I have been informed that I am no longer welcome in the bride's bed while the cats are in residence.
Trust me , when I snapped these shots tonight the cats were "in residence". Jeez, the bride builds nests and forts for them!
That's Mister Mittens at the foot of my bed.
That's Trouble with his sister Shiloh behind him buried in the "nest".
That's Trouble.
That's a closeup of Shiloh behind her brother in the "nest".
I have a problem with the woman I married in 1973 but I can't figure out what it could be.