Thoughts of a woman from Jerusalem
Her Ladyship (who isn’t my cat, by the way) gazes regally—at what, I don’t know, but she does, of course:
Dappled Missy shelters between a tree and the garden wall:
Finally, Mister Neighborcat prowls around the garden:
(Check out the Friday Ark at The Modulator. On Sunday, the Carnival of the Cats will be up at Music and Cats.)
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