In Which They Wait For Me

This is what I see most days when I get home. I park outside the kitchen window and they wait inside on either the cat trees or the dining room table. They're both on the table. The bar across Colby's chest is the top of one of the chairs.

It's hard to get a picture of them waiting, in part due to the reflection (since I get home in the afternoon and the sun is shining onto the window), and in part due to the fact that when they see me, Thimble immediately jumps down and goes over to the door to wait for me there. 

It's rare he's both there waiting and not on the floor yet by the time I get out of the car.