I don’t know why pictures of cats who don’t quite fit into their chosen spaces amuses me so much.
Maybe it’s the subtle–or sometimes not-so-subtle–puncturing of their superior attitude.
Or perhaps it’s because it’s an excellent illustration of how flexible the parameters of “If it fits, I sits” can become in the right paws.
Or–most likely of all–because it’s just gosh-darned cute.
As Yuki demonstrated recently.
There is a cat attached to that tail, but I sure can’t prove it.