Thoughts of a woman from Jerusalem
When I visited my neighbor recently, Catschka took a run across the room, leaped onto my lap, and ended up like this in seconds:
I guess that’s what happens when you run around the yard and climb trees all day.
The Friday Ark. The Carnival of the Cats.
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