There was much excitement on Christmas morning. As I came down the stairs with his stocking full and jingling, Rufus met me before I reached the last step. I don't believe I have ever met a cat so infatuated with new toys. So spoiled.
So, before I even opened my gifts, I introduced Rufus to his. But, he wasn't satisfied with a handful of jingling, feather-clad balls and plastic rings. No, he wanted everyone else's presents too. I should have started a betting pool on how long it would take him to hone in on the ottoman we bought my mother...I probably would have made myself a nice little sum of money.
I'm not sure what the look of alarm is for, but I do know it took less than an hour for Rufus to find the seat of his power. He can survey his entire kingdom (well the kingdom of the living room) from this spot. Long live the kitty!
Whenever I look at this picture, all I can think of (unfortunately) is Borat. (King in the castle, anyone? )
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