Friday cat blogging

Mr. Morty was restless last night. Here he looms over my shoulder on the back of an overstuffed chair.

Perhaps he is reacting to the unusual autumn heat in San Francisco which has us cracking the windows open; the tear may be an allergy to the unfamiliar scents of the yard. He tries to stick his head out, but we won't let him.

He spent the night wandering over me and nuzzling my feet. Now he's sound asleep on the bed -- and I'm tired.