Swoop of cat whiskers
All of a Sunday Morning
Waiting for breakfast
Seeking?
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I managed to potter along tolerably well in the morning, sitting in the sun and sketching the old buildings… but in the afternoon, sitting in the shade… with stiff fingers and chilled bones… the water froze in little cakes all over the picture.
— Howard PyleThe Cat Cam
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Razz sure looks content.