(Photo: Mori, queen of the house, in her younger days….)
N: You surprised me last night by wearing Fleurs D’Ambre. It confused me. At first I wasn’t sure if it was just incense from the house, because I know that despite the utter olfactory horror I feel at the smell of the cat food baking in the landing sun ( is there no way we can find a way to put Mori’s food somewhere else, like the balcony outside for instance or do you think she has just got too used to having it there when she finds her way back at night demanding it like the queen that she is?): despite the fact that I worry the house smells horrendous, often, just from the sheer amount of incense and perfume used over the years, when I meet you in my work clothes – all laundried up and modern clean…
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More is such a beautiful cat!
Mori is what I typed. I did not think your cat was named “More”.
Mind you she is a bit of a greedy demanding bitch – like yours truly- so ‘More’ kind of works.