The fatter of our two brother and sister cats Quincey often sleeps on the ironing board on the upstairs landing. If he finds a cardboard box that might become a temporary resting place but in the darkest corner of the utility room he has a new place of sleep.
How he manages to climb past a stack of antique China to get there I have no idea. But without putting a foot wrong he does so almost daily, waiting for someone to enter the room so that he can leap down and start begging for food.
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