George doesn’t know what a canoe is. All he knows is that this is a great place from which to survey his vast territory. It’s also a good place to hide when it rains. I’m watching the neighbor’s cats for them and brought a comb over because George loves getting combed. He wouldn’t come to me at first but then I scraped my thumbnail across the tines and in an instant he was at my feet meowing. I adore this boy.