The other morning, I woke up to this.
Izaak just sitting in his cat bed, on his baby blanket, chilling.
It was really funny…and not a little surreal.
Zak sat that way for a really long time, too.
Just contemplating himbs peets.
Apparently, they were very interesting that morning.
Suddenly, Zak started to aggressively groom his tailtip.
Lick, lick, lick…
…lick…oops, almost lost it!
Take that, tail!
Zak was very thorough.
..Zak was done.