I reluctantly crawled out of bed this morning, knowing I had a friend' s six year old staying for the night, and that he had been up alone for at least an hour. What a peaceful home it is/was, B and the furries, separate and yet together and content. Charles curled in his basket on the table as B played with some craft items beside him.
Phantom asleep on his chair and snurring (a new word for that special cross between a snore and a purr).
Archer luxuriating in front of the heater - kindly turned on by B.
This shot is a few weeks old, Harvey was a little nervy with a visitor in the house and chose to sleep in the bottom of my wardrobe. I could have taken a picture, the door was half open, but he looked so peaceful and the flash disturbs him so I resisted. What a contented boy he is these days.