My Intentions Are Quite Simple

A photo every so often to document my life, which seemingly takes me nowhere. I hope to get a move on, sooner than later.

Anyway, Snowy, on the face of it, likes the new bed he received from my brother's girlfriend. He was sleeping in it in the patio, and looked quite peaceful. He's an old cat, though– I suppose one can tell by looking at him, maybe. He's, what? Fifteen? If not older. Such a sweet little guy, cuddly, too.