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My boy is apparently now completely unfazed by the vacuum cleaner. Trinket, on the other hand, has once again gone into deep hiding. She still thinks it’s Stalingrad.

Not every leopard just walks right up to your car.

Skitten in the clouds. I thought I might post the one of Skitten yawning to show its single remaining fang. But it might not approve.

The sleepy midday Crumb.

It’s the sleepiest time of the day for the crepuscular ones.

Skitten has made the rocking chair by the bedroom window its own perfect bed. It even uses my old Tanzanian blanket as a pillow.

Trinket - prolly plotting how to make us fret ourselves into an early grave by taking off over the rooftops again.