This is my cat, Midnight, in a basket. Such a perfect fit! Bliss.
( Cat-in-a-basket: five pounds, or six with chips. )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."
( Just making sure the world's still there )Midnight appears to view old age merely as an excuse for laziness. Woo yay for cats.
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