Cracking herself up

A relaxed evening, after a fairly long day. Isabelle at one end of the sofa, I on the other. She was sharing silly jokes, along the lines of "When I was in the library, people kept throwing Steven King books at each other. I didn't understand why. And then it hit me." Felix was sitting on my ankles and licking my shins (he thinks we're all cats). 

Happy weekend, everyone!