Of the six cats we’ve had, none seemed so peaceful as they slept as our gray tuxedo, Templeton. Whether curled up or sprawled out, asleep or just waking up, he seemed at one with the world.
Boolie
Scratcher of heads, rubber of bellies
Of the six cats we’ve had, none seemed so peaceful as they slept as our gray tuxedo, Templeton. Whether curled up or sprawled out, asleep or just waking up, he seemed at one with the world.
