Yes, yes, I know. Spitty-in-His-Bed-du-Jour does nothing for my image. But she likes to take pictures when I am nice and still, hence my reputation as a 22-hour-a-day sleeper. I swear tomorrow--or soon, anyway--I will do something much more entertaining. Perhaps running away from our new vacuum cleaner will be a good theme?
Oh, and to add insult to injury, the Human went out to dinner tonight and then afterwards took this nice picture with her fancy new camera, bringing me exactly ~NONE~ of her delicious crab cakes. Phffft.