Kitty in the Sun
This cat used to like to sun her old bones in a patch of light. Pandora passed away last year, but she was a sweet, grumpy old cat. There’s something at ease about the world when a cat lounges in a warm patch of sun. A kind of mellowness and lack-of-ambition that seems so delicious, but which I so rarely seem to arrive at.
This cat used to like to sun her old bones in a patch of light. Pandora passed away last year, but she was a sweet, grumpy old cat. There’s something at ease about the world when a cat lounges in a warm patch of sun. A kind of mellowness and lack-of-ambition that seems so delicious, but which I so rarely seem to arrive at.
This cat used to like to sun her old bones in a patch of light. Pandora passed away last year, but she was a sweet, grumpy old cat. There’s something at ease about the world when a cat lounges in a warm patch of sun. A kind of mellowness and lack-of-ambition that seems so delicious, but which I so rarely seem to arrive at.