Atticus, one of two bookstore cats at King's Books of Tacoma, decided to jump onto my shoulders today and ride around while I perused the shelves.
It surprised me, even though I watched him walk up to me, crouch, and ready himself to spring onto me. He did it with the agility of the greatest acrobats. He stayed perched up there until I removed him, which he wasn't too happy about. I believe he was hoping to take a nap.
Anyway, it was a unique experience in many ways. I even ended up purchasing the book I was pulling off the shelf when he joined me. I considered it quite the omen that I needed the book—Birds of America: Stories by Lorrie Moore—since Atticus showed as much interest in it as I did.
