His name is Tonks and he lives happily in Arizona, sauntering the homestead and bringing home occasional offerings of bird bits and leapin' lizards.
A cat on your lap, or one sprawled across the drawing board, or tiptoeing across the palette with a shake of the paw, these are the daily pleasures. Head bumps, soft purrs, nuzzles, kneads... The Musings and Melancholies of an Artist and her cat herd.
Monday
DAY TWENTY FOUR
His name is Tonks and he lives happily in Arizona, sauntering the homestead and bringing home occasional offerings of bird bits and leapin' lizards.
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