Gramsci loves his tunnel. He can hide in it and jump out at an unsuspecting Moth; or he can simply sit in it, as here, and look beautiful. This is, however, also a photo that shows off to perfection the extraordinary untidiness of his whiskers.
It doesn't show his teeth. Grammy has the most remarkable long, healthy teeth. I am jealous. (I will spare you a detailed update on the state of my mouth ... but I will have to eat soft foods only for - oh, I don't know - months and months and months. This does not make me happy).
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