Last night as I was watching TV, Simon just hopped right up on top of the highest piece of furniture in the entire house:
From the TV, to the white shelf (which has very little free space to allow a big cat to perch there), to the top of the cabinet. Just like that.
He was so pleased with himself; surveying the kingdom from his place on high.
Hurley seemed amused at the situation, too.
Even though Simon is clearly capable of hanging out near the ceiling (cue Lionel Richie), Hurley’s got an edge on him, always. Hurley gets to go places, out in the world. Parks, some stores, training classes, visits to his aunt’s house, etc… and of course, he recently got to hang with a giant-ass bronze pig.
Oh, yeah. What could be cooler than this?
(Don’t answer that, Hurley. I prefer you agree with my lame assessments of cool, thank you.)