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My cat Arthur, known in other venues as the stupid cat, is . . . well, a cat-shaped object. His behaviour patterns are not entirely catly.
I was sitting in the computer chair (a fairly comfortable swivel chair with arms) with my feet propped up on the cat tree. He climbed into my arms for a snuggle.
Now, being a posable cat, he got rearranged a few times before I spilled him out onto my thighs, where he sprawled for some time, his forepaws straight in the air.
After a little bit he sort of animated from whatever reverie he was engaged in.
Then he stretched those forepaws hiiigh up over his head.
Then he sneezed and tucked them in against his chest.
Then he stretched them out to one side.
Well, after that he fell off, so he didn't manage the last bit, but . . . .
I was sitting in the computer chair (a fairly comfortable swivel chair with arms) with my feet propped up on the cat tree. He climbed into my arms for a snuggle.
Now, being a posable cat, he got rearranged a few times before I spilled him out onto my thighs, where he sprawled for some time, his forepaws straight in the air.
After a little bit he sort of animated from whatever reverie he was engaged in.
Then he stretched those forepaws hiiigh up over his head.
Then he sneezed and tucked them in against his chest.
Then he stretched them out to one side.
Well, after that he fell off, so he didn't manage the last bit, but . . . .
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