It’s amazing how many interesting and unusual things I encounter on my walks around the suburban neighborhood where I reside.  This particularly struck me as amusing.  An old, battered recliner, left at the curb for the trash pickers or the city’s next large-item pickup, becomes the favorite resting spot for a neightborhood cat.

We’ve seen him (or maybe it’s a her, I have no idea) in this chair several times on our walks.  He’s a gentle, friendly cat, and I wonder if the usual trash collectors (both official and unofficial) can’t quite bring themselves to take away his favorite resting place.