Hobbes - Feline Embarrassment

Just a quick snapshot of my cat Hobbes taking a summer snooze.
I often tell him that he's a disgrace to the feline species, especially when he's in this position. Everybody gets a good kick out of him these days.

Named after Calvin and Hobbes, he doesn't live up to it too well.
One of six cats and three dogs. And except for the oldest cat, they're all rescued pets.

-Wanderer

EDIT: 

Born in March/May, adopted in June 2003.
Died November 12th, 2018, between 4:20 and 5:00 pm, on a dark and rainy Monday. Age 15.
My age: 10-26.

Rest in peace, my dear boy. My first cat that I personally chose to adopt. Hope you're running around chasing your tail-less sister, June, up there.