Morning Snuggle

Peeper was hosting a picnic breakfast in the sun room, which is not connected to the central air and heating system, so I went looking for my sweatshirt. I thought I could just sneak into the bedroom, where Shrike was sleeping, grab the shirt and get out.

Evidently, I opened the flood gates.

(It was dark, so I never did get exactly the shot I was going for, but you get the idea.)

Oh, and I never did find the sweatshirt. Well, that's not true. I found it several hours later. On the couch in the living room.