Cats are curious beings. It so happens with my Sonu, my sweet white angel, that if there is something new in the room, be it a new sari piled up on bed, a new bedspread or a heavy book on the table for that matter, she will make sure she sits on it. I always tried to define the look she bears on her face while she is sitting on the virgin material but have failed time and again. It seems she feels its her duty to oblige the article, newly added to the pandemonium of the household, with her benign presence, in this case her furry white ass.
