Smunch would just NOT leave me alone this morning. Usually, once I pick them up, squeeze them, and force them to be photographed, the cats flee. Not today. I guess Smunchy just wanted you all to see what HE wore today. (And we kind of matched.)
He also demanded some gratuitous photos of himself.
Smunch works that tongue. Paper bags are haute couture. Among his many talents, Smunch plays the ukulele.