"Your cat is all feet."

Cats sometimes sleep in improbable positions, and Mister Gato is no exception.

Just a minute ago, I looked up at him in his high perch, and noticed that he was sound asleep whilst contorted into quite an unusual shape: head tilted up, legs jutting out at odd angles, tail dangling randomly, so that he resembled nothing so much as a Cubist portrait of a kittycat.

I tapped my wife on the shoulder, pointed, and said, "Your cat is all feet."

Kids, don't try this at home.

As, indeed, he is.

Wordlessly, she handed me the camera.

We're late again boarding the Friday Ark at The Modulator, but hopefully we'll be on time for the Carnival of the Cats, hosted this Sunday at Watermark.