Knowing Their Places
Whenever I lose Cloud, I - eventually - remember to pat the tablecloth in the dining room - right where the chair tucks it in under the table: if it pats up all warm and firm, my search is at an end...
This blog is the ongoing story of nine-hundred and twenty-two cats, including kittens. We consider on a near daily basis the poetics of cat sensibility - the wit, brilliance, elegance and magic of catdom. We try to ignore hairballs and their sound effects.
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