A bad pic of good boys

[desperance]

I have this phone thing, which apparently takes photos and then sends them elsewhere. Which is a means to an end, I guess, and it's probably possible to take better photos than this, if I practise. Though obviously not of better subjects. (The boys and I had been sharing the sofa, while I read Robert Charles Wilson and munched toast with fig jam. Then I wandered off, and the boys remained. Almost together, almost...)