The kitten is now named Chloe. I slept on the sofa with her last night. Besotted.
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...Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead,
By pave'd fountain or by rushy brook,
Or in the beache'd margin of the sea..
To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind...
- Frankie Savige
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1 comment:
I'm so jealous! Of your London capers, hanging out with jac, strutting about Stratford and now a little, black kitten! Too much! Oh, so cute.
Missing you xxx
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