Apropos of Nothing: It must be Sunday

We do laundry on Sunday - and, since we don't have a designated laundry room, we fold clothes in the living room. Everyone picks up their stuff and takes it off to their own storage places. I should mention that our living room has, between chairs, couches (seats and back) and benches, no fewer than 14 different spaces (not even including the carpet!) for our cat to settle. Most often, you will find him on the back of the 3 cushion couch leaning over HTH's shoulder or sitting on the stack of floor pillow so that he can see out of the window.

But every Sunday, without fail, he moves his napping to the back of the love seat. Why? So he can sleep on Dylan's clean (and predominantly dark colored) clothes.

Stubbornness, thy name is Gus!