This is my cat, Midnight, in a basket. Such a perfect fit! Bliss.
According to my mother, "I bought a basket to keep my computer stuff in, but I placed it on the table in the sun, and when I got back, the cat was in it. She's been there all day, moving only to occasionally peek out."
Midnight appears to view old age merely as an excuse for laziness. Woo yay for cats.
From:
no subject
From: (Anonymous)
no subject
From:
no subject