Tonight I was sitting on the table (clearly I’m too cool for chairs) when I felt George’s whiskers brushing my arm. I looked down to see George just chilling like he was the Brooklyn bridge or something. I mean, he was posing like this long enough for me to stare at him, realize he wasn’t going anywhere, pull up my camera on my phone, and shoot. I don’t know if he got disoriented or if he was afraid to make the leap one way or the other… I don’t know if he just liked the view or felt the need to do some kitty yoga… I have no idea. So we just hung out for a minute on the table.
I don’t get him. But he amuses me.