Two of our regular readers and commenters have provided photos yesterday.
One that will hearten us all was sent by our official Japanese correspondent and blogger Yokohamamama (Amy). Her son Koshi found a tiny bedraggled kitten in the street and begged to bring him home. Of course she said “yes”, and I took this Skype screenshot of Amy with the newly acquired “Momo” (if female) or “Momotaro” (if male); both names mean “peach,” and “Momotaro” is the famous peach boy of Japanese legend.
It has conjunctivitis, but is going to the vet immediately for medication. Since Amy can’t keep cats in her apartment, any readers in Japan who want a lovely orange kitten can apply on her website.
And from Ireland, Grania Spingies, who works for Atheist Ireland, sent a picture of George, a very limber cat. His story:
George has a double-storey house with two bedrooms, a plush three-piece lounge suite and a staff of two named Nicola & Eoin who are in charge of serving his meals, keeping his water clean, providing random entertainment, opening doors for him, closing doors for him, checking to see that the heating is on to warm his floor in winter, brushing his coat when he is in the mood and answering any other requests he may have.
A cat like George sleeps anywhere he pleases.
So you might well ask why George chose to get into the smallest “bed” in the house.
Probably just to show that he could.
If you turn this upside down, George looks like a rabbit.