Or cat's eyes on the brain? There's something oracular about this - a near-Delphic head; a vision of ... well, something feline. One never quite knows what one's going to find in Silver Lake. Much of the day I've had a cat draped over me, although Gramsci doesn't usually try and sit on one's head, except when one's been in the shower and it has a towel wrapped round it. Then it's been known ...
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