I have never met a cat who spent so much time on his back.
I think its because he expends so much energy staring out the window wishing the snow would melt.
Or waiting for Sassafrass to finish with the laundry basket so he can take his turn. If he can bring himself to move out of the sunshine.
Or trying to figure out how to leap inside the bag before Sassafrass can get in it.
Obviously, he fails and Sassafrass wins. She is sneaky that way.
She gets a lick behind the ear for first prize.
Nekoka is nothing if not fair.