Who wouldn't love a cat that insists on sitting right in the middle of an unfinished braided rug?
Or flops right over for a belly rub?
Or naps in the the bathroom sink?
He is my new kitty and I can't get over this silly guy. I haven't picked out a name yet, but with some time he will pick his own.
Of course, Box Spring didn't take to new kitty very well. There has been a lot of hissing, puffed tails and hallway stare downs, but with a little time I think he will adjust and hopefully realize that he is still my number one guy.