My sable cat trying to find Mr. Bird. Listening, head cocked to one side, walking back and forth in front of the little CD player, peering behind the TV, where of course he is not. She gives up, goes back to her perch in the kitchen window, to resume watching birds rain and neighbor cats.
Comes back to nap in her favorite chair, not eight feet from the CD player. Opens her eyes wide, then narrows them and lays her ears back, watching me dancing wildly to "Satisfied."
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