Sunday morning with a railroad cat

We got off to a slow start yesterday; there was plenty of work to be done in the back garden, but it was raining, and anyway Jessa woke up not feeling well, so we did ourselves a kindness and stayed mostly in bed with a couple of brief sorties for tea. Ellie eventually came to join us for a snuggle, and so did Cathan and Caiomhe, a contented pile of people and cats lounging on and under the goosedown blanket as Sunday morning stretched into Sunday afternoon. Just as Jessa started to think about getting up, Caoimhe, who had been lying on Jessa already, stretched out a paw and went to sleep.

My comment, "She looks just like Chessie," was met with blank stares from both my wife and daughter. "You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?"

"Regional, or just because you're old?" Jessa teased. Well, both, apparently. I pulled up the Wikipedia page on Chessie to dispel their ignorance, and both Jessa and Ellie agreed that Caoimhe, whose appearance belies her five years, is a ringer for C&O's sleeping kitten.

We stayed in another half-hour at least.