Gramsci, watching birds; Moth, watching Gramsci. He's on top of the armoire in the bedroom, and seems to have found a comfortable stretching position from which to observe all the little birdies in the Asian pear. And Moth? She's on top of the kitty palace, muttering that he's ridiculous.
But. This evening, after dinner - there was unquestionable Play - the two of them were bouncing and pouncing and rolling around on the rug in the front hall - just as Moth used to play with LucyFur. This was a huge breakthrough ... And Moth has taken to licking him, even if he's a bit indifferent to that. I'm impressed.
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