I wish I had a functioning camera. Evil cat was sitting in the window, glowing slightly from the morning sunshine and looking wise and inscrutable as only a cat can.
Mind you, I spent most of her sunlit meditation out in the garden chasing cats with a broom and feeling like I was in an episode of Tom and Jerry. The ginger gentleman was going three rounds with Alfie from next door. He is a smallish tom, tabby, cute and far too young to be attacked by a thug like the ginger gentleman.
My garden is cat central. Love and war, it all happens here.
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