tale of 3 cats


They seemed more at ease in mature estates, no? They were pretty nonchalant as I fuss about them with my tiny compact camera. Before that they were stalking each other. Ar, cats. Oblivious to this insane world.


The stalker. The feral instinct is acquired; they instinctively crouch and stalk when the opportunity presents itself, perhaps stifling a yawn in the process.


The stalked.


I didn’t mean to startle this one, however it’s ears proved too sensitive. Still, it was struggling to open it eyes and eventually went back to sleep. Jeez.


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