Moth has long been an admirer (as everyone should be) of Connie's work. She's having an especially good look today: on Sunday, my father (having doubtless seen this photograph in the background of hundreds of Skype calls, in this house and in previous ones), at last asked what it was. I guess Moth heard us describe and explain.
Or, alternatively, she calculated that this was a posture in which she might just get our attention, and feed her.
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