Where she is crashed out under the deck chair.
Like totally, 100% visiting Snoozeville.
Wait. See her eyes are ever so slightly open. It all must be a ruse. A bunny must be nearby. Or a mole. Or maybe she just always sleeps with one eye slightly open. Crazy cat. Bless her heart though, she is gettin' shaved Wednesday. She will look like a said waif until fall. But be much, much cooler.
Be back soon with tales of our NEW MATTRESS and bed, delivered tonight. For now, I am exhausted after stripping beds, making beds and moving furniture all evening. So goodnight and later taters! B.