Geriatric park

I've got a real big soft spot for geriatric cats. They tend to be mellow and are beacons for that mysterious thing that I simply refer to as 'cat wisdom.' This particular cat seemed like a rickety barge, if the sidewalks and streets were rivers and cats were boats. He also lacked a tail, adding to his general beat upness.

This wonderful mid-meow photograph was taken by my housemate and friend, Dennis Foster, who has joined my crusade to take pictures of cats.