The other night, I happened upon this scene
Quincy was feeling quite satisfied with himself for having scored a box to sit in. Nevermind that it was precariously perched and the cats don’t normally just ‘hang out’ in boxes on the banister.
But then the specialness of the box became secondary to this…
High above the descending stairs, a teensy tiny spider
Barnie surveys the scene
Quincy has a solution