This really is my cat. A few people I have shown this first picture to, do not believe that it's my cat. I did not get this picture off of the internet. I found this little gem of an animal under a dumpster at the local supermarket when he was only a few weeks old. He stole my heart and hasn't given it back.
One day, I was going down the stairs to the basement to change my laundry around and there he was propped up at the bottom of the stairs. He looked quite content. I figured he'd move, but I had time to run back up the stairs to grab my camera. By the time I got back, he was still sitting there.
I think he might have blinked once or twice, but I don't believe a single major muscle was moved. I have no idea why he likes to sit like this or why this little corner of the basement is so fascinating. I don't pretend to understand what goes on in the mind of cats.
One last point I want to make. He really isn't as fat as he looks in this picture. I've tried telling him that this is not a flattering pose, but he could care less. He's a boy cat and apparently boys don't care about camera angles. He weighs 11 1/2 pounds which is a little larger than most domestic house cats, but my vet is not worried, so I'm not worried.
Just to prove that it really is my cat, I thought I'd add some more "action" shots. To be clear, unless there is food involved, this is as "action" as it gets. This is his favorite place to watch television/sleep.
In this "action" shot, he's mad at the world and getting ready to kick some tail because there's a piece of paper stuck on his nose.
Now this one is a "real" "action" shot (in theory). Here, Oliver is on his way to the moon in a rocket ship (aka the box my new tub came in). Doesn't he look thrilled? He's a good furry brother (aka shuttle commander).
Now, all kidding aside, the one thing other than food that will make Oliver get excited is running water. I always assumed that cats hated water, but mine must be part fish. I had started my bath water the other night and walked away to only find this when I got back. He will hide out under the vanity until I close the door and get in the tub. Then he sits on the side of the tub and stares until I let him dip his paws in. Before long, I have a cat in the tub with me. Go figure!
For next week's Life is Funny carnival? How Yo-yo got her name. Hint...don't let the peaceful, tranquil, Oliver-like picture fool you.