Sunbathing in November

The fur ball drove Laura and I nuts this morning and early afternoon as he paced around the kitchen begging to be let outside.  "Gus, you are an indoor cat!"  No matter, the meowing persisted and persisted.

Finally, some peace and quiet.  He's napping on top of the built-ins.  Silly cat. 

Perhaps it's time I take up a musical instrument?  It only seems fair.