Today would have been my dad’s 100th birthday.  He was born 4/30/1915.  I recall that dad enjoyed taking a mid-day nap on the weekends from time to time.  Being the little instigator that I was, I would go over and poke him and ask, “Dad, are you sleeping?”  He would always respond, “No, not sleeping, just resting my eyes.”  If dad was “resting his eyes” and I tickled the bottom of his feet, he would let out a scream that the whole neighborhood could hear.   That’s what I think Brewster is doing in this photo… sitting in the window and just resting his eyes.  I bet if I poked him, he would bounce right up and be ready for playtime.  I don’t think he would mind if I tickled his paws, either.  Dad would have loved Brewster.