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A blissful roll on my lap becomes a frantic scramble. Her body twists and turns, tail swishing. Inevitably, she hits the floor. Shaking her head, she begins to wash her paw self-consciously. Dignity must be upheld.
Sitting boldly on the garden fence, his winter redbreast sways from side to side as he scans his territory. Looking for nearby predators, he doesn’t see her. She sits on the conservatory windowsill, hunched as if to pounce. The tip … Continue reading