This is Thatcher. He is laying on the coffee table. I don't know why exactly. I just know that Miss Goofy saw him and snapped a picture of him before he moved. I do know that if my mother had caught him on her coffee table when I was a teenager I would be mourning the loss of my cat. However before she passed away she had relaxed a lot about this table and cats. She actually thought it was funny when Dad's cat would crawl up and stretch out on the table. Just on the coffee table though, she still got upset if he got on the dining table.
Maybe her relaxed attitude came from the relative peace and quiet of the mountains. Maybe she was just mellowing. Maybe she had decided that she'd had that table long enough and it was time to move on. For the record, she bought that table after my real dad passed away. It was in a box and she had to assemble it. The kit included 2 end tables and she assembled all three of them and was so proud of herself. Jujube (aka, my sister) and I were proud of her too.
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