THE CAT WHO KNOWS SHE IS A CAT
Chou-Chou comes in looking bored, regards us all with listless ease, folds her paws beneath her chest, dismisses us with one slow blink, stretches, yawns, and takes a nap. She wakes indignant at some sound, pours herself upon the floor, and pads out to the kitchen where she sniffs the catfood we'd... Sign in to see full entry.