Thrifted faux fur coat that I love. Heart shaped tights that I haven't worn in a long, long time.
Yes, slightly awkward.
Not a great photo, but I was amused by Bwackum's little cosy fort. He usually gets up when we do, meowing at our breakfast, but today he stayed put, and I don't blame him. I wish for a fort of my own, especially on a weekday morning.
Bwackums feels he owns my lap. Even when I try getting my laptop out and putting it on my lap, he is not deterred, he simply walks over the keys and sits on the laptop. And why not? He is a cat, and that is how they roll (or maybe this is only the cats I know, who very much consider themselves superior to all other living creatures, especially dogs, and humans also).