"I should really have left when Josephine died. Nothing left to love here anymore." - Mona Lisa Smile Sergeant Five or six weeks ago, a kitten entered our store. It was unapologetically curious, unafraid of us (humans it had just met), and very lively. With gray fur on its back flowing to its tail, which slowly faded to snow white on its front and hind legs, it resembled a snow leopard. It kept circling around my legs, as though ritualistically trying to form the infinity symbol.
When There's No One Left to Love, Love Cats
When There's No One Left to Love, Love Cats
When There's No One Left to Love, Love Cats
"I should really have left when Josephine died. Nothing left to love here anymore." - Mona Lisa Smile Sergeant Five or six weeks ago, a kitten entered our store. It was unapologetically curious, unafraid of us (humans it had just met), and very lively. With gray fur on its back flowing to its tail, which slowly faded to snow white on its front and hind legs, it resembled a snow leopard. It kept circling around my legs, as though ritualistically trying to form the infinity symbol.