Once every few weeks or so on my lunch hour, I drop into the local feed supply shop that takes in unwanted kittens.
I play with all of them and the gal who works there is happy for my visits, saying that I help to socialize them and get them adopted easier.
Sometimes you just have to nap, even if the paparrazi are flashing away.
These little black kitties had found their way into some sort of mechanical thingie that was for sale.
Cuties or what?