Mister Gato for the first time, she exclaimed, "That's not a housecat... that's a baby puma!"
He is rather large.
Here, Mister G. is shown to scale, with the following objects for comparison:
-- A copy of the New York Times Book Review, which he is lying on.
-- A one-liter bottle of snooty French mineral water, which he is lying next to.
-- A pile of mail and magazines, which, in order to make room for himself, he has crowded off to one side of the cedar chest that does double-duty as our coffee table (NYC apartments are small!)
The fluffy tuft of fur in the middle right hand margin of the picture is a tail belonging to an unidentified Chow Chow (can't tell whether it's Chow Bella or Chow Fun, but whoever it is, she's sprawled happily next to the table where her cat is hanging out.)
(Earlier Mister Gato posts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 and 13. See The Modulator and The Carnival of the Cats for more bloggers' cats from around the world.)
P.S. Don't forget that the Carnival of the Cats is hosted here this Sunday.