Oliver and Hugo, tucked in.
I'd like to be home in my basket today. it's gray and gloomy outside. the Giants lost in the rain last night.
I slept for 9 hours last night (on a weeknight! it's unheard of.) and I'm still blinking away, trying to keep my eyes open. it's 8:30 and feels like 6:00.
the cloud formations outside are beautiful in the struggling light, and even the ships on the bay look sleepy. only the horny pidgeons and hungry seagulls are their usual perky selves.