Smokey’s latest habit is to lie down between me and Mark, usually with his head on Mark’s leg.

He looks like he’s reading the magazine, but he’s just waiting for Mark to put it down so he can assume his position for petting.

Smokey is the only cat we have that will let us towel him dry when he comes in wet from the rain. He looks so sweet here, but he really isn’t, especially around Dusty and Rusty.

For some reason Chloe and Zeke have both started going down into our basement and lying on an old sofa Mark brought with him from Alabama, but they don’t do it together very often.

Zeke does it more than Chloe. Chloe usually sleeps upstairs on our bed all day, goes outside for a while in the evening, and then comes back inside to sleep on our bed all night.

Friday felines is on hiatus this week.

Poor Rusty and Dusty.

Every morning when they can, Dusty and Rusty like to find a nice, sunny spot to warm up.

I feel so sorry for Dusty and Rusty. They were dumped here with their mother when they were young. We have fed them and given them a home ever since. They have lived their entire lives right around the front of the garage. They love to be petted, and Rusty purrs all the time. But they’re still skittish, and Smokey and Sylvester constantly torment them. They act like they want to come in, but they’re afraid. Dusty came in the front door once, went down the stairs, checked out the basement, then came upstairs and went right back out. He’s never been back inside. Rusty sits at the front and stares through the storm door, but she has never come in. It’s too bad they aren’t more like Chloe. She gets to sleep on our bed in the winter and she gets to come and go as she pleases.