Pickles in the PM

I know, I know. Another PM post and these really should be Pickles in the AM (P.I.T.A.). She's been visting me more at night though, thankfully. As much as a love waking up to my head being crushed by her dense little body, cuddling at night is preferred.

She was just snoring and both her arms were hanging straight out. Ah, Pickles.

Yes, I have Animal pajama pants. Word.