Brothers: Toby day 136, Rufus at 11 years.

Always before, I've found them on different parts of the bed, 

but today they were curled up together on the spot where I'd been napping.

Toby looks bigger than he is and Rufus smaller because

Toby is up on some blankets and Rufus is curled on a lower level; 

Toby is 5 pounds, Rufus 15.

Ah, peace.

Wash my paw, big brother?

(Glad we are getting all the big cats wormed this week!)

Toby was just finishing a yawn,

but doesn't it look like,

"That tickles!"?

Gotta wash that shoulder.

We now return you to your previously scheduled snuggle.

Sunrise over the mountains

This is why I grabbed the camera and ran out the door
in my robe and slippers this morning.
The sky was incredible, and it was fading as I looked.
First I ran south to catch this shot of Strawberry:

I turned west to catch the morning alpenglow on Aldrich:

 Swung the camera east to get the brightening sky over the northeastern turn in the range:

 and finally, chilled and exalted, headed homeward,
catching the last pink glow of sunrise 

on Dixie Butte:

Some things don't wait for shoes and coats.