undercover

If ever a picture needed an explanation and contextualization, this is it. It looks like another entrant in an occasional series of bed pictures - but its curious lumpiness is a direct effect of the building work going on in our attic (where we seem to have grown a little square tower, like some Victorian gothic excrescence). For the cats have to be corralled all day, and have, by now, developed the habit of taking themselves up to the bedroom after breakfast. Only the noise was especially bad today (electric saws, hammers, staple guns, bad rock music), and we found that LucyFur had buried herself firmly and securely under the covers. That sleeping tabby mound on the far side is Lola - not exactly unperturbed, but at least daring to be visible.