This
picture would only have been better if I had brought my camera downstairs with
me in the first place, when I found him curled up in there trying to sleep. By
the time I made the round trip he'd assumed this sleepy-faced-but-sitting-up
posture...
Then,
a bit later, after I'd finally coaxed him out of the cabinet and closed the
door....
Poor boy, he's not getting
enough attention, what with my walking pneumonia and inability to handle cat fur
at the moment.