I'll be too lazy to actually start this blog. But the idea came to me because I often find Jazz laying on the carpet, looking as if she's discovered some horrible truth about the world.
A universal truth that weighs heavy upon her kitty soul.
What deep, existential thoughts is she thinking? What mystical secrets of life and death is she pondering?
Or is she simply re-enacting her favorite Radiohead music video?
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"what use are claws
when you are not allowed to hunt?
without hunting, am I still
a cat?
what makes a cat a cat?
and why must Skye call me Fluffs?"
Those photos are SO FREAKING GOOD. Especially the second to last one.
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