Wee Banshee has a warm crocheted blanket on a chair in the sitting room.
Now T has gone home, the cats have gone back to being even more random with their sleeping places than they were before. Some are very conventional, liking the best of the facilities on offer:
Here is Lucky, yawning after I woke her up . . .
And her daughter Fluff, who was cwtched up on one of the kitchen chairs.
Darling one-eyed Lucy, snuggled up to the warm radiator on T's childhood bed.
Some like it hot - Gypsy in her favourite spot ON the radiator in the back (junk) room.
And some, are just plain DAFT! Honey in the bathroom . . .
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL AND THANK YOU FOR BEING SUCH GOOD FRIENDS IN 2009. HASTE YE BACK.