We love our Moth so much - and she certainly has yielded far too much photographic space to Gramsci of late. She's been very good and patient with him this summer - mostly - although she is determined to eat herself into a much more solid cat than we would like. We're trying to push back against such emotional habits. I suspect that she'd like to grow her claws into long talons so that she can defend herself against his occasional acts of what she takes to be aggression - Grammy thinks they are playful advances - but that's not quite what we have in mind. As you'll see, she's developed a peculiarly sceptical look.
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