Gramsci, shoulder cat

For once, the tabby stole is gracing Alice's shoulders.  He's quite happy up there.  Indeed, he prefers moving around the house this way, much of the time, and he'll leap up there from a stair, a bed, a table, or when one's sitting down (as happened when I was in an administrative Zoom meeting on Friday).  If he can't find a suitable surface to launch himself from, then he yells at one to bend down.  When I go to the dermatologist, my shoulders are covered in a million scratches (he's especially lethal jumping from the bed when one's getting dressed or undressed).  And then he purrs.  Indeed, as I'm writing this at my study table, guess who's just arrived ...?  Of course, we find this utterly adorable.  If heavy.