Alone in the White

Of late, it seems the cats have taken to the pub. Snow keeps the noisy humans home, so the felines take turns to sit in the smoker’s chair outside. First it was Patrice a fancy silver bitch, with airs, she did not want to be recognised. Then Tosh (whose people call him Juliet) he waited expectantly for someone to take his order. Maisie played hide and seek. Hank talked to passers by, but only old Edouard curled up, oblivious, and slept.

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