One of Gramsci's many hobbies is burrowing under rugs. Often he does this in search of his own tail: he can hunt that pretty grey and black appendage endlessly, surprise it, pounce on it - and then whisk it away and put it back into play. It's a game of fort/da, without having to let go of the object at any point.
But he was up to something else this morning. Here, he looks more in motion than he actually was: he rested his head against the rug he'd turned over for some time, in a way that made me suspect that this comfort-loving cat was constructing his own furniture for lounging on.
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