Felines, nothing more than felines…

If the pull of the outside world is strong, there is also a pull towards the human. The cat may disappear on its own errands, but sooner or later, it returns once again for a little while, to greet us with its own type of love.

Lloyd Alexander
A cat’s own type of love. Simon’s Cat – “The Present

As Longrider, and any other cat owner co-habitee well understands. Just about moth hunting time here, which generally doesn’t involve bits all over the carpet or the easily outraged banging on about cats doing what cats do. The world is not short of them and to be frank, fuck ’em, they’re moths.

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