The very first day Boris came to live with us, he started at my ankle and climbed up to my shoulders. The first day I took him to work, he did the same thing to my unsuspecting boss. I went home early that day, because it seemed the safest thing to do 🙂
Three years later, and he still loves to get on people’s shoulders. If I open the fridge and bend down to get something, Boris strolls from the kitchen table to my back, which means I have to walk to the bedroom bent in half so he doesn’t claw the heck out of me if I stand up. Once I make to the room, I sit on the bed and do a rolI to deposit him on the mattress.
Later in life, he started leaping through the air to land on my shoulders. Like most poker players, he has a tell, and, if you are paying attention, you know when flight is about to take place. Here is a short video I took after Boris was meowing and meowing in the kitchen for what turned out to be no reason except to lure me into his personal bounce house.
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