An Easter Miracle

Though Jesus rose on Sunday, Mister Fred did not. According to this photo, however, he was trying to roll away my blanket with his paw.

Sometimes, nice things happen. I slept until about 10 a.m., and it was blissful.

View from the Top

Apparently, under this table is the most comfortable spot he can find to sleep this morning:

Head Snoring, Check it and See

Mister Fred has been pretty good the past two days with letting me sleep, and he hasn't done anything that is that far beyond the regular realm of cat craziness (at least not that I've caught on film). However, I have been waking up a lot with fur in my mouth, because he has been hanging awfully close to my head in the last moments of the morning. This particular morning, after a late night of working (and fretting over my life), I was awakened by vibrations of the very heavy variety (along with light sleep-meowing). I snapped this photo without much set-up, and am glad it captures the spirit of the event: