Happy Friday -- with cats!

Earlier this week, you saw a picture of Desmond, "helping" me study. Here he is again:

"I'm too sexy for this blog..."

Confession time: for those of you who don't know me that well, I am pretty much a crazy cat mom. I love my cats -- the way other people love their children. When some women see babies, their voices raise a couple of octaves and they turn into cooing, squealing creatures themselves. This happens to me when I see kittens. It also happens frequently when one of my cats does something cute. Molly is especially good at this, since she is the fuzziest, prettiest thing in the world. (Could you hear my voice getting higher and higher just then?)  I am not a visual artist, but the other day, I tried to draw Molly, so taken was I with her peaceful, sleeping face in the sunlight:

Here's what she really looks like, though neither my amateur sketches nor my amateur photography can do her justice:

I am Elizabeth Molly, your Queen. Bow to me as I usher in England's Golden Age. 

Thanks for humoring me as I talk about my cats. It probably won't be the last time.

And Happy Friday.