It's a Lazy Sunday for Domino

My husband lovingly refers to our little ball of fur as "Meow-Meow".  Pronounced like pow!  "mow-mow"  We rescued her from a shelter in our town.  She was a wedding gift to each other a little over 3 years ago.  While she spent the 1st year of her life in whatever hell came her way, her new life consists of eating, sleeping, pooping and playing.  She's like a 10 year old boy, she only bathes when she has to, so when you catch her with her leg propped up in the air you know she's doing some much needed v-jay-jay cleaning.  For the most part she is super loveable and very vocal.  When she wants something she makes sure you know.  I love that!  Matt has the perfect sized butt that she loves to sit on and survey her kingdom.  Of course I wouldn't want to be there when her perfect kingdom erupts into a smelly fart!!

Heckling the birds outside the window

Domino is displeased as she rests on Little Monkey's backside.

This life is so hard.  Why must I always sleep and play.

She's like me.  Her natural look is one of anger.  She's not really mad.