Mac is looking a little too snug curled up in the crook of Luke's knees.
But it's pretty cute I guess ... and at least he's calm tonight. Last night he was a complete freaked-out jerk. (Storms, a centipede that somehow made it into our bathroom, and nighttime smells through open windows really did a number on his mental equilibrium.) He sliced Luke's back with his claw when he jumped onto the bed in his feline frenzy and then bit my leg through the sheet, leaving a bruise and two small, shallow punctures in my calf.