Return of the fang

Just another lazy Saturday afternoon - lazy if you are cat that is.

Here Hana's lounging next to Greg on the bed.
She doesn't really like it when I take her picture.

I was trying to get her to look at the camera when she let rip a huge yawn.

Gonzo squished herself between these two bookcase for her afternoon nap.

A new one for Gonzo... The other morning I was on the couch when I hear a noise. Sounded like Gonzo pushing something (she has broken a number of thing by pushing them off the counter). The cats have one of those fountain watering dishes and she was pushing it across the floor with her head. I scold her, put the fountain back and return to the couch. I hear her doing it again, so this time I squirt her then put the fountain back. I wander off to do something. When I return to the kitchen, the fountain has been pushed as far as the cord would allow. I pick it up and I notice it is dirty and in need of a good scrub. I clean up up, fill with fresh water and it hasn't moved since. Cats have a funny way of telling us stuff.