Despite the sun being a little to bright and direct for great pictures, I got some good ones of my gang hanging out this morning in the sun.
Pallo has to be busy, because he is Pallo, despite everyone else just relaxing in the sun after breakfast.
Martha took the coveted cat perch on the windowsill, and I do believe she was gloating about it.
Pallo and his weasel, again. Silly busy boy.
Sassy was jealous of Koira taking up the whole chair.
And Pallo laid there, squeezing his weasel and distorting his nose so long I got about five pictures of it.
I think they are content.