Cats On A Rainy Night

My plans for the day were not entirely realized because of bad weather, but I was more than satisfied with the readings I did instead. I went through a few dozen letters between some of my dead anarchists, penned in the early 20th Century, refreshing my memory of certain events, including the case of Dominic Donelli. I had forgotten plenty of the details, and the letters are pouring out with all sorts of story threads of the time.

I was too tired to craft a historical blip, so I grabbed a few shots of these three lazy creatures. Left to Right: Carlo does a toe-stretch and demands affection while Laura Earle looks on curiously and Max shows obvious disdain.

Now my body aches and I'm ready for sleep!