So here’s the latest craze here at the homestead: piling on top of Kevin right after dinner time. Dinner for the cats is always at 5 pm and takes about two minutes 
to scarf down, and in the past they just meandered around the house for a while afterward. Lately, though, they track me down and they both want to flop down on top of me. This picture shows a typical scene of postprandial domestic bliss.
And what am I doing with that glazed expression on my face? I dunno. It must be 5:05, so I’m probably channel surfing between O’Reilly and O’Donnell and whoever’s on CNN at 5 pm. Or maybe watching the local news. Who knows? Whatever it is, I’m trapped until I finally get tired and toss the cats onto the couch, where they maneuver to see who can claim the spot I was just sitting on. Usually Inkblot wins.
