There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.
And whiskey.
There are three means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats and whiskey. And chocolate.
Four means of refuge from the miseries of life. Music. Cats. Whiskey. Chocolate. And wild monkey sex with a nineteen - Aggh! I’ll come in again.
Neighbor, in this photograph taken by the Mistress of Sarcasm, appears to be satisfied at leaving things at the Music and Cats level.
[And yes, I know there’s a blog out there entitled Music and Cats. A tip o’ th’ Elisson fedora to Kimberly, who knows her way around music, cats, architecture, blueberry chutney, and photography!]
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