In which Marcel tolerates the camera

/ Tracy Abell

 

 

 

 

 

 

Every time I pass by my dresser and see Marcel in his new favorite place,
the cat-aquarium, a Beatles song comes to mind:

I’m looking through you,
where did you go 
I thought I knew you,
what did I know

2 thoughts on “In which Marcel tolerates the camera”

    • He’d grown too fond of sleeping on top of my workout clothes and so after I discovered him napping on them yet again, I searched for an alternative. I found this plastic bin and lined it with one of my old T-shirts, and now he’s a happy cat. And I’m a happy human.

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