Out like a light

I swear, I took about five or six pictures of her in this same position and she didn't budge.

Anna's starting to mellow out, thank goodness. There was a time when you couldn't touch her - and you didn't even think about picking her up. She was a pound cat, so I can only imagine what kind of life she had before I brought her home at 6 months old. She was sickly, timid and had a major chip on her shoulder.

It's taken her nearly four years to take a breather from being a hellion, thank God. Of course, as I type this she's running around the house like someone lit her tail on fire. But most days, what you see here is what you get. Sheer laziness.