Time for a new shop assistant....

I had an old basset hound that thought he was a lap dog. Every time I was out weeding in the garden or doing anything for that matter down on his level, he somehow managed to climb in my lap for a tummy rub. Your cat reminds me of old Lucky's tenacity. Aren't pets great? Thanks for the memory, Anthony.
 
Mine hollers at me from about 2 ft off the ground, Up, outside, see see see. Or her sister runs off with the handle blocks to play with.
Yours is a bit fuzzier though.
 
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