This is a pretty good picture of the cats (I won't say anything about their human cushion, but my posture and the way that shirt pattern works with my sleeve, it makes me look wider than I am), with Sundance facing the camera and Cassidy facing me.
Hmm. Didn't I say I wasn't going to say anything about the cushion?
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The Cat
Charles Baudelaire
Come, my dear cat, upon my loving chest;
Hold in the claws of your paws,
and allow me to dive into your beautiful eyes,
a mixture of metal and agate.
In which time my fingers caress in leisure
Your head and your back elastic,
And that hand is intoxicated with the pleasure
Of touching the body electric,
I see my wife in mind. Her watching
How like yours, lovable beast,
Deep and cold, [it] cuts and carves like a dart,
And, from the feet until the head,
An air subtle, a dangerous perfume
Floats around her brown body.
Ciao Cris
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