A Rare Harmony

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We caught the kitties existing harmoniously on our bed. This was before we moved. Now they can all find separate corners, and they certainly take advantage of the space.


 
                                                                 [tadzio the great.]
                                                                      [meatsock the brave.]
[sprout the queenly.]

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Amara said…
Maybe close quarters force harmony between traditionally conflicting personalities. No wait. I remember the hole now. Never mind. :)
November 9, 2010 at 10:14 AM
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