... or is he?
It's been over two weeks since we brought a little gift bag home. What! You don't see it? If you look under the cat, you'll see the edges.
It's not a big bag, and Rocky is not a small cat. Although he's not as big as the corrected distortion indicates, he's still a pretty hefty size. It's neither a comfy bag nor an alluring spot — in the corner of the upstairs hall by the linen closet, otherwise know as the cupboard in which the towels are kept — but The Rocks frequently nestles down as if it's the best spot on earth.
He's got a pretty good attitude when you think about it. He treasures what he has where he is and pines not for those things which he has not.