A few posts ago, I mentioned Candice, who died two and a half months before I adopted Max. I don't recall exactly when I took the photo, but I think it was some time in the middle of her life, when I was living with Tammy. I say that because she's curled on a futon we had.
That pose was so typical of her: Curled atop the softest and highest available object. It's more or less how I spent--or wanted to spend--my time during the last couple of days!