Wow. Our experiment is off to a great start—let's see if we can finish it off sooner than expected.
You've seen catblogging in the aughts. Now prepare yourself for the awesome spectacle of catblogging in the teens!
Which, um, turns out to be much the same. But maybe it's because these pictures were taken yesterday and aren't truly new decade material. In any case, Inkblot is on the left, swatting at a stick outside the frame of the picture. Actually, it was an iron rod that I was waving around, and after Inkblot bopped it a few times and realized it didn't bend friskily like a normal stick, he got scared of its adamantine nature and eventually fled the scene. (And by "fled" I mean he jumped over to the other chaise longue and gave me the evil eye.) As for Domino, she's just enjoying the last of the December sun here in Southern California. Good call.