Perfection

The December sun feels nice on my snowy belly but it is so bright that I must cover my yellow eyes.

Nothing is ever perfect…

Except for Cats. We Cats are always perfect.

–Lily

	iamthesunking on The Young One
	iamthesunking on Posing
	iamthesunking on How dare you?
	iamthesunking on Fire
	Michael Seidel on Fire

	iamthesunking on The Young One
	iamthesunking on Posing
	iamthesunking on How dare you?
	iamthesunking on Fire
	Michael Seidel on Fire

	iamthesunking on The Young One
	iamthesunking on Posing
	iamthesunking on How dare you?
	iamthesunking on Fire
	Michael Seidel on Fire

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