Every time I take my guitar out of its' case somebody climbs in and gets comfy.
Apparently it is THE place to be even if you have to cram your big black self into the tiny space the guitar neck fits into. Of course that brings you closer enough that you can poke your buddy and get him to leave.
And then you can have the big spot all to yourself to relax in.
My cats are clearly hard done by.
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Location:Kingston, Ontario
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