Hail to the King, baby!

No, not Elvis, Ozymandias.

I rambled a bit about my cats in the first post, and then got sidetracked by, you know, serious stuff. But it's all about the cats, of course. Just ask them.

I was going to somewhat follow in the tradition of Friday Cat Photos, but that's too easy. (And, it's Sunday.) Besides, it gives me an excuse to draw the little bastards darlings. Ozymandias, as the eldest, gets pride of place. Or place of pride. Or place in the pride. Whatever.

A good friend of ours had a dream about Ozy, wherein he had the voice of Johnny Cash. This is very appropriate, although, as the years have gone by, and he's gone from the Man Cat to the Ham Butt, he's sounding more like Elvis. Much to our surprise, a cat who started out as tremendously hyperactive & destructive has turned into a solid, respectable, even dignified personage, the only one of the seven that gets along with everyone else. He is, after all, the King, although, alas, at 14, he's headed into the autumn of his reign. Still, he sure knows how to TCB.