I hereby do solemnly swear that The Occidental Dancer is not about to become Another One of Those Blogs. There are plenty of places where you can go and get your squee on. Like, geeze. I dunno. The Daily Squee?
It is Friday. The sunshine is streaming through the windows. I finished a major project today, one that was overdue and had been hanging over my head for months. And dammit, I want to celebrate.
I am particularly charmed by the hand just hoving into view (upper left), lured in by the siren song of that cute widdle-fluffy-wuffy-tummy. 'Ose a puddy tat? You are! Yes, you are!
We rent and the landlady won't let us have pets, so this is as good as it gets for me. Cut me some slack if you feel this is a gross deviation from the kind of stuff you come here for: the blog's tagline is "Navel gazing at its best" and I think we can all agree that this is as close as we will get to gazing at the navel of this species.
More danc-y stuff posting over the weekend (promise!), but if your appetite is whetted you can get more pics of cats sleeping on their backs here.