Since Binga has not hissed at me or stolen my dinner since we returned from the ant disaster, I decided to allow her to be featured today. Last week, she was posing in the entryway turret that connects the living room to the rest of the house. If you look at the bottom of the above photo, you can see the lower floor underneath her.
Because the turret has small beveled, leaded-glass windows, the afternoon light makes some cool effects on the walls.
Sometimes she rubs up against the iron railing in a vain attempt to claim it. Like that is ever going to stick.
Here she is, pretending to be ceiling cat. As if.