Gramsci has a Thing about shoulders (and, to a lesser extent, backs). This has been the case since he was a kitten ... but at 17 months, he's rather heavier now. Beware - if you bend over, or you're standing close to - let's say, a kitchen counter top, that's quite near to your upper body - he'll be right up on you. Most mornings, he jumps from the bed onto my left shoulder, and insists that I carry him upstairs to breakfast that way. I think he takes himself very seriously (what cat wouldn't, with a name like that?) but really, he's a ridiculous cat. For once, he's assaulting Alice here, but I'm the usual victim.
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