20~ His Spot

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.