Look, I know I'm laying in the middle of the fountain, but I'm old, so get over it

This one of our many cats. His name is Rumtum. Many years ago, he just showed up at my house and has been in our family ever since. The truth is that he is pretty old and we don’t expect him to be around much longer. That’s okay, because he has had a full and spoiled life with us and he has always been a content and happy cat. These days Sheila makes sure he gets his meds, feeds him whenever he wants, and generally makes sure he’s comfortable. In his glory days, he was a sight to behold. He was a pretty big cat, paws and all. He looks a lot like a Maine Coon cat, although we don’t think he he really is. He would chase any stray dog upon sight out of our yard without a second thought of his safety (and I haven’t seen a cat do this since). Despite his size and weight, Rumtum was always great with the kids. They would hoist him up into their laps and he would just lay there like a rag doll, looking for a belly rub. He did have a terrible habit of licking people’s toes, thus giving us another reason not to eat at the dinner table in bare feet. All in all, this cat has given us great pleasure over the years so a few old age eccentricities is certainly forgivable. Wanna lay in the middle of the kitchen floor? Sure. Wanna come in and out of the kitchen door every 30 minutes? Have at it. Wanna sleep in the middle of the water fountain? Fine by us, we’ll just make sure not to turn on the pump and disturb you while you dream of  chasing that one last dog out of the yard.

Canon 5D mark II, EF 24-70 2.8 L, ISO 800, 1/100 @ f/5.6