He's All Cat

I had a few ideas for an Easter blip but my day was too far off the expected schedule and I must fall back on one of my old, reliable feline rock stars again.

Here's Max, reclining on his side like an obscenely rich Roman patrician at dinner. I'm his household slave, and that's why he barely acknowledges my presence. He's not especially arrogant. It's just that he's a cat!