Reminds me of a Twilight Zone episode, The Jar. There isn't a ribbon with "Thedy Sue Hill" on it, is there?
^I don't know what it is about that picture, but it makes me want to share this little Fun Fact: The German word for "tomcat", "Kater", also means "hangover".
WARNING! DO NOT ATTEMPT! Professionals and well-trained animals were employed in the execution of this, particularly dangerous stunt. I had to get video evidence.
That's Sophie, one of the gentlest cats one could ever meet. She's the one that my cousin gave up because she would pee outside of her box. She hasn't done that a single time since coming here.
Hubby took these pictures of Junior going his nightly routine: having a disturbingly affectionate cuddle with hubby's shoes, before passing out asleep with his head completely inside of one.
Mycroft does the same thing to my shoes. And his markings are so much like your Junior, it'd be hard to tell them apart.
Oh for goodness sakes, lol. Except hubby can rub Sox's tummy but if I venture near the under carriage she grabs me with both paws and if I'm lucky the claws are not out. In fact if there are no claws I feel blessed
I was able to put my hand on Jim's tummy and, every once in a while, rub it for a couple of minutes, but otherwise, NO ONE could go near his bikini (he was almost all black except for two distinct white areas that looked uncannily like a two-piece bikini). I miss my little bud-bud.
My mom's old longhair black cat did the same thing, but her tuxedo sister never did. Must be a longhair thing.