Baked to perfection

It's been a lovely long weekend so far. The Peepses went on a long trek to Holland Landing yesterday (not as squishy a place as it sounds, as it turns out) and I took advantage of the peace and quiet to bask in the sun. In fact, I was perfectly baked - on top from the sun, and on bottom from the radiator, since the heat in the building has been turned on.

And never fear: although kitty roast baked or otherwise may be tempting to some, I have been assured by Mrs. Peeps I am not on the menu for tomorrow's meal...