You wouldn't think this would be an appealing spot, to stop, and sit... perched on someone who is balancing on a stool, in the middle of a haircut. But
cats, right?
Mister Foo sauntered across the lawn, right up to Max, then jumped onto his knees for a face to face visit. Then he turned, and kneaded, and settled right into
his spot.
He didn't mind the
snip-snip of the scissors, the falling, cut hair.
Cats.
With
Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.
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