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Journal of No. 118


July 22nd, 2012

Winston Suave @ 02:19 pm

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While Violet was napping, Winston snuck up and napped near her, basking in her nearness. But she could tell something was up. Her disapproval of his shenannigans was palpable.

He's right behind me, isn't he?
He's right behind me, isn't he?

Goddamit, he's right behind me.
Goddamit, he's right behind me.
 
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From:essentialsaltes
Date:July 22nd, 2012 10:07 pm (UTC)

For those with little cat experience

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Match Violet's ears to the ears in my icon.
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From:ladyeuthanasia
Date:July 23rd, 2012 02:57 am (UTC)
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He's right behind me. But the blankie...is...soooooo...comfy....
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From:ovary
Date:July 23rd, 2012 12:03 pm (UTC)
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Oh, that is so cute.
From:stevenkaye
Date:July 23rd, 2012 07:53 pm (UTC)
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Yep, that's a calico for you (we call ours The Kraken, though really her name is Brandy).

Journal of No. 118