Thoughts of a woman from Jerusalem
Not my exact neighborhood, but a nearby one.
Lovely Rita, the florist’s cat:
Tux with a veil of grass:
Hey, ’scuse me, lady—there’s a reason this is called a lounge chair! Now lemme sleep, willya?
(Check out this week’s Friday Ark at The Modulator. The next Carnival of the Cats will be up at Scribblings on Sunday.)
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