Essays. Meanderings and mutterings. Lots of photos of our cat. Counting coup on fifty years existence.
Posted by Zhoen on Thursday, March 19, 2009
big black blob.
He often perches up there behind us, but never before has he stretched out and rolled on his back.
I like the look of Moby: in this photo he reminds me of what my mum used to call one of our cats in her (the cat, not my mum) more languid moments: a soft mop - which still makes me smile.
trousers,Soft mop, perfect. Always good to have good cat-descriptive vocabulary.
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