Guess who's still the very best cat?

Why, that would be my Iggy Pop, despite his having done his extremely loud and annoying best to wake up our whole block starting at 4:30 AM. He's been much better-behaved for the hour and a half I've been up this morning, to the point where I wonder if maybe he knows he got put in the garage for being a screamy beast. And now, just as I was starting to get my fill of InterWeb and the garden was starting a siren song of "hey, it's not too hot to live outside... yet", he is all curled up on my lap, purring, so I have to type this smug little missive one-handed as I pet him and of course can't get up to do any kind of work.

Good cat.