There
seems to be a bit of "the grouch" revealed in the eyes of Buddy as he tries to
catch up on his sleep, but is awakened by me stalking him with my camera ....
click, flash .... click, flash .... click, flash. This is not an actual post, but,
rather, a facsimile created to substitute for the real thing. Today, March 16,
is my birthday, and I felt the need to mark it one way or another. What better way
than by a photograph of Buddy ?? I doubt I will be back this way again until
mid-April .... I feel a sort of strong urgency to pack up and move on, and time is
becoming precious to me .... but, who can say ?? Certainty about anything or
anyone is a scare commodity in these times.
2026 Extras #3
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Agnes Aubert’s Mystical Cat Shelter by Heather Fawcett First line: “I
paused on the threshold of the shop to stamp the frost from my boots.” It
wasn’t so l...
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