Sunday, November 7, 2021

Moth, anxiously looking ...


... to see whether or not Gramsci might be coming into the kitchen to torment her.  It's still not going wonderfully well - although this evening, something of a miracle: while I was holding the Young Man - and Alice was stroking Moth - she condescended to lick him three times.  And I hadn't even smeared butter on him as a tasty bribe.

 

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