Time to relocate the dish towels…

Liam has decided that this is the best place in the house for a nap. I don’t really care to dry my pots and pans with cat butt, thankyou.

Do you ever get the feeling you’re being watched?  I do.

The Luker gives me his famous look of disapproval.

This cat has whiskers for days. It’s like he’s saving them up for hard times.

What’s with that chicken wing thing he’s got going on with his arm there? Also, he has a drippy nose. Gross.

Alright, enough foolishness.

Liam and I are gonna go load the dishwasher together.