Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Midnight Panther

My poor old puss....I picked him up at an animal shelter about 16 years ago, when he was glossy and sprightly and could leap up trees. He looked so feline slinking through the garden, and rightly deserved his name "Midnight Panther". Now he's just Puss and lucky to wake up in the morning! Like the rest of us, I suppose.....

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