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Morning and cats
The Little One has a message for you this morning:

Incidentally, some of you have asked for photos of the Grey One. Would that I could provide one, but the Grey One apparently thinks of cameras as Instruments of Death, and seems to have a seventh sense (or, the ability to see someone holding a camera) for knowing when a camera is aimed in her direction. Which means that while I have several pictures of a running Grey Blur, actual photos showing you her elegance and grace are kinda lacking.

Incidentally, some of you have asked for photos of the Grey One. Would that I could provide one, but the Grey One apparently thinks of cameras as Instruments of Death, and seems to have a seventh sense (or, the ability to see someone holding a camera) for knowing when a camera is aimed in her direction. Which means that while I have several pictures of a running Grey Blur, actual photos showing you her elegance and grace are kinda lacking.