Wednesday, August 24, 2022

pathetic paws


Poor Gramsci.  He knows what suitcases mean (he spent some time sitting inside mine, yesterday, on top of the half-packed clothes).  And then - yes - he packed himself into his traveling Sherpa bag.  What he hasn't yet had a whole lot of experience in dealing with is Humans who Travel Without Him.  And I'm off to England for nine days.  So here he is, shut in the kitchen as I leave - and there are two precious, sad paws poking out from under the door.

It's also a photo that makes me wonder however one can refurbish a complicatedly carved wooden door - you can only see a tiny bit of that, and rather too much of the inelegant bottom part.  Wherever did those scratches come from?  A griffin?

 

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