The cat sleeps. He takes up almost the whole of the armchair.
In any other creature it would look awkward, but the cat's natural grace defeats this description.
"An ungainly cat" would be as much of an oxymoron as that old favorite "Military intelligence."
He pesters me for breakfast every morning, then goes in and out of the backyard, returning at regular intervals for more food.
Then when he's decided that he's done enough patrolling, he takes a long nap before lunch.
As he gets older, he takes more naps.
A bit like his owner really.....
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Listened to the Friday afternoon show on 96FM. Always try and tune in for Alan Rider's programme -- gotta love those giant Wurlitzers who seem to be able to play any genre from classical to rock.
Download this week's show here
photo by Columbine at http://www.sxc.hu
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