She doesn't seem to realize that she doesn't fit.
Sunday, December 07, 2008
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I was neither at the hot gates, Nor fought in the warm rain, Nor knee deep in the salt marsh, heaving a cutlass, Bitten by flies, fought.
4 comments:
So cute! There's little sweeter than a gray tabby.
It's amazing what they can squeeze themselves into...
That seems to be a common cat theme this week.
are you still alive?
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