Sometimes I love looking over at Buddy, all cosy and warm on the big, fluffy, snowy-white comforter, on top of my red velvet couch, with snow falling outside, and remembering that before I got him he was living in a shuttered, abandoned beauty parlor in Harlem without heat, and doesn’t he have the life now, and how nice is that?
Here is a picture of Buddy taken moments ago, except he has since jumped off the couch and is now eating. Nom, nom, nom.
It makes me happy that today Buddy is living in what constitutes the lap of luxury for a cat.
Update. Finney in the lap of kitty luxury.