This is my Ozzy cat. He is MY baby, just like Shiva is Brian's. He adores me, even when he bites my nose harder than he should. One of the amusing things about our Ozzy is that when he's happy, he drools. If he's happy enough to be kneading his paws, his mouth leaks like a faucet. I don't get it, but it's pretty funny. This is Ozzy on my lap a few minutes ago: As you can see, he's drooling out of both sides of his mouth. This is one happy cat. Oh.. excuse the mess on my desk, I've been re-arranging, and everything seems to wind up there. I suppose I should clean it tomorrow. This is my favorite pet snapshot of the week: I walked into the bedroom and he was sound asleep with his face planted into the bed. I just had to get a picture. I only go this one, because my flash didn't go off and then Ares decided he wanted to find out what the cat was doing. With his cold wet nose stuck into Ozzy's ear. Yeah, that went over well. Poor Ozzy. What a way to wake up. He was so confused. It's never ending entertainment around here.