Jilly's hanging out in the linen closet. This is nothing new. It's a decent place for her to hide away from Handsome Tom. In this particular photo, she's peeking through the open door to see if Mr. BullyPants is waiting to pounce in his handsome, hooliganish way. (he isn't; he's hiding in the basement).
HT doesn't do well with strange people invading his turf. Despite his aggressive behaviour with the other kitties and his clear territorial tendencies, he's the first to turn tail and hide when there's so much as a knock at the door. This expression was the result of nothing more than my shifting furniture around.
Then there's Esme. She spends construction time planted smack in the middle of the living room, waiting for one of the guys to stop long enough to notice her adorableness. But full-time cuteness takes its toll, and Esme is not one to stint on her beauty sleep. Here she is in her new favorite spot: curled up in a nest she made of the curtains on my office window.
Bonus photo! Hey, it's a grey and dreary day and I'm already treading perilously close to maudlin.
I miss Zinda and her crazy eyes.