Semi-Wordless Wednesday

I walked past my laundry basket the other night.

And something move when I threw a towel in the basket.

I must've jump 100 feet in the air. Scared the heck out of me!

I moved the towel, turned on the light, and it was the "permanent houseguest", a sleeping Kramer.

That lil' joker was sleeping GOOD.

That's what I call a "sleepy face" for real!

I yelled for him to get out of there, but he just looked at me and went back to sleep.



"Oh, put that camera away Oldgirl. I am going back to sleep."

Humph. He needs a bath. If it wasn't a shame, I'd throw his butt right in the washer with the laundry.

Hmm... a passing thought. I don't need the PETA people burning my house down.

LOL