אוי דײַן טאַטע איז רײַך און דײַן מאַמע אַ שיינע

[sovay]

When he was a tiny kitten, the runt of the litter, a soot-sprite handful of black fluff with innumerable claws, Autolycus crept onto my shoulder and nestled under my hair.

Seven years later, he sees no reason to change his favorite perch.

Comments

[pameladean]

I love those photos. Most excellent shoulder cat!

Ninja is also a shoulder cat, afflicting -- excuse me, I mean, honoring, and I actually do mean it -- mostly Lydy, but also for some reason wanting very much to climb up on my shoulders only when I'm doing laundry. Of course I let him. When Eric used to stay over here for our dates, Ninja rode on his shoulders while he made coffee. I thought that might mean I could bear Ninja upstairs and show him off to David, but apparently I have shoulder privileges only in the basement. Cat rules. You can't do anything but go along with them.

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[sovay]

I love those photos. Most excellent shoulder cat!

Thank you!

Cat rules. You can't do anything but go along with them.

It's true. They are wonderful at maintaining their own boundaries, which is irrelevant to their treatment of anyone else's.