We've done a little rearranging in our house, which always slightly discombobulates the cat. Inadvertently, we made it a little easier for Mister Gato to go mountaineering--he can now climb up onto the stereo before jumping to the top of the bookcase.
(In case anyone from Cambridge Soundworks is reading this, you'll be pleased to know that your Radio/CD 740, in addition to sounding great and filling a small NYC apartment with beautiful music, makes an excellent and sturdy feline launch platform.)
So he's spending a lot of time up in the crow's nest, atop (naturally) some cardboard boxes containing... well, I'm not sure what's in them, but I'm guessing they're business records of some kind. The Cat in the High Castle.
Baseball broadcasting legend Red Barber used to talk about a pitcher "sitting in the catbird seat" when he had a game well under control. I never knew just exactly what the hell that meant, even though Red and I are both from the South.
But maybe I'm beginning to understand. This is indisputably a picture of a seated cat who is as happy as if he'd just eaten a small bird.
Visit the Friday Ark at The Modulator to check out more bloggers' pets from around the world--and be sure to visit the first Carnival of the Cats of 2006 on Sunday, hosted this New Year's Day by Rahel at Elms In The Yard (where it has actually been 5766 for some time now... dammit, I just stopped writing 5765 on my checks, too...)
(And pssst... mark your calendars! We're hosting the Carnival of the Cats here on February 5.)
Update: Carrie has more Mister Gato for you this week.
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