Caturday.

One of the hardest things about being on vacation is missing Truman back home. Mike and Chris are taking care of him and I’m sure he’s hanging out with the dogs, but I still miss him when we’re out of town. I snapped this photo the Friday before we left for vacation. He has taken up with getting into the empty box on my shelves in my home office, usually between 14:30 and 15:00 (2:30 and 3:00 pm). Sometimes he naps, other times it appears that he’s trying to use The Force to will me to give him more treats. This particular moment seemed to be the latter.