Woke this morning with grand schemes and big ideas. Started early (OK, let’s be generous and call it mid-late morning) with a savory cup of coffee and a couple of Pirate pastries. You land lubbers are free to call them crumb donuts, but I’m stick’n with my own food groups here. The first cup was still steaming by the time the kids and I found ourselves on the couch. Bastian purred contentedly in his sleep, tucked safely in my arms while Lyra slept on my chest, waking occasionally to lick my face. My inhalations and exhalations raised and lowered the point of contact, so I received a fairly extensive cleansing. The crew and I move around the boat throughout the day, but the height of our activity peaked soon after breakfast. I think I’m kind of fond of Sundays.
Bastian enjoying the sun in the V-Berth
Lyra’s grooming stopped when I picked up my cell phone, but it, and her slumber soon returned.
Ahhh… nothing says home like a cardboard box.
Bastian contemplating the fate of the world, or when he’s going to get his next snack. The two are easily confused in a cats mind.