Plopped in the Middle

Myst is a little bitty cat as Persians go ... and he knows it. When people walk close, he jumps out of the way, even if nobody is really heading his way.

Me? I'm bigger and I have no fear of being stepped on. In fact, if people are carrying groceries or walking around, I prefer to plop down in the middle of the action.

The center of the kitchen is my favorite spot. I love to see humans stepping over me while trying to do balancing acts. Here I am in front of the cold box (which holds great-smelly stuff inside). Humans like to open this box a lot. They are so funny.