We had a couch party last night and thanks to Max's specialty mai-tais, I was snookered well before most people got there and so simply forgot to take photos. But Jeff took this one at the end, with a few of us stretched out and lounging deeply.
It was a sort-of-my-birthday party also, but that was really secondary to the couch. However people brought me gifts anyway, bless them.
Everyone who's ever been to our house asks about Phoebe, our demanding, somewhat slutty orange cat who is also my primary rival for Jeff's attention and affection.
Phoebe regards Jeff as her personal property and he has never done anything to rectify this.
Fortunately Phoebe is the wrong species to actually be considered a rival in the romantic sense.
But she does whine less than me and there's no denying who's cuter, so I guess I better behave myself and get to work producing an heir.