So attached to my writing area, our 16 year old cat Keats, has his own blanket at the rear of my computer now to avoid wars over space. Now that it is coming into winter and cooler weather for Brisbane, he positions himself near the computer exhaust to bask in the hot air that comes out. There's no flies on him!
Postcardia-cum-Poetica #107
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Image by Thomas Dworzak, Russia, February 2001. Words from Care of the Soul.
2 comments:
Keats is beautiful, and what a choice spot. I can't say that I blame him for picking it.
What a beautiful kitty! I love cats myself and miss mine while I'm here in South Korea.
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