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Yuki's all set to spend this autumn on the windowsill. Today I happened to take the dog out during the day, and we passed under my window just when Yuki was looking out.
He stared. And stared. And looked ... well, displeased. Apparently, the dog & me aren't the kind of thing supposed to be outside of the window.
Much later on it was me who looked outside. There was a congress of black cats directly in front of our window. Yuki slept on, maginificently unconcerned. Apparently, black cats are supposed to be there. Am I missing something about Yuki's relationship with the black cats of this world (and this yard)?
The autumn, meanwhile, continues to be golden. My soundtrack for it consists mostly of non-Celtic ethno/folk - usually I am more in favour of Celtic, but now it feels too cool and I want something warmer-feeling.
He stared. And stared. And looked ... well, displeased. Apparently, the dog & me aren't the kind of thing supposed to be outside of the window.
Much later on it was me who looked outside. There was a congress of black cats directly in front of our window. Yuki slept on, maginificently unconcerned. Apparently, black cats are supposed to be there. Am I missing something about Yuki's relationship with the black cats of this world (and this yard)?
The autumn, meanwhile, continues to be golden. My soundtrack for it consists mostly of non-Celtic ethno/folk - usually I am more in favour of Celtic, but now it feels too cool and I want something warmer-feeling.