29 Mar Standoff
On one side, real cat. All feisty and hopped up on spring, begging to be let outside then desperate to come back in, bombing around the house, jumping up on sills and ledges. Full of the devil.
The other side. Shadow cat. Quieter, her job to blindly follow and mirror, but still able to rock a disapproving look with the angle of the ears.
My money’s on the quiet one.
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