Whenever I’m editing pictures of Templeton and he walks by, we always have a similar conversation. As he casually saunters by, he’ll stop and stare at the monitor. “Oh my goodness, that cat is gorgeous!”
I say nothing.
He turns and says, “I mean all cats are good looking, but this one is just beautiful — did you take this picture?”
“You know that it’s you!”
Templeton squints at the monitor. “It is me!”
“Pride comes before a fall, little one.”
“A falling cat always lands on its feet.”
“Touché.”
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