Sauntering Vaguely Downward

Telstar wouldn’t dream of nicking an unguarded fish stick, would he? Would he?

Saw something fluffy on the wood shed.

...a little too close to the lens, and not desperately pleased about it.

Me: "Telstar, I have messed up somewhere counting the days of this project and I am about to finish on Day 366/365. I do not have the energy to ferret out and correct this mistake."
Telstar: *blep*

Such a helpful cat.

Telstar has his daily fuzzing. Photo does not capture depth and resonance of enthusiastic purring during the process.

Another day of work comprised of stressed-out (but, thankfully, appreciative!) academics trying to meet impending deadlines, followed by two hours of governor training. Praise be for cat photos.