A drowsy Mump.
My assistant brewmaster, monitoring the yeast activity in the Rose-Cheeked Belgian Blonde.
I can’t help but feel they are up to something.
Mump & Smoot relaxing after a busy day of trying to distract me from finishing my assignment.
Post-Christmas breakfast; the cats are intently not looking at Keith’s eggs benedict remains.
Hard to be grumpy with a purring cat laying on you.
Hanging out with these two weirdos.
Both of them together, kind of. Has a cease fire been reached?