Sheila Can:
Eyes As Windows When eyes that are the windows to souls are looking out of a window reflecting me
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Blissed out
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Now and Then
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@the_gonzter
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The Gonzter in Repose
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Approval
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Don't just stand there.
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Goalpost position
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The Gonzter hanging out of his luxurious condo!
Sheila Can:
Who's Top Cat Niw?
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Chumley takes a selfie
Sheila Can:
They Call Me . . . Big Max Hamilton
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Must be close to my peoples
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PHOTOBOMB
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Big Max Hamilton
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Chumley's Happy Face
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Brothers in arms
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Chumley
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The Gunster is looking down on his subjects. Or subject and that is me of course.
Sheila Can:
Big Cat on a Big Dog bed
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Top Cat, again.
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Caturday Catnap
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Hanging around on a sunny Sunday afternoon.
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Wombmates
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I love a hand knit. Especially one with yarn that has silk and it! I am one spoiled cat
Sheila Can:
I got it, you're the top cat.
Sheila Can:
Maybe Big Max Hamilton is a momma's boy.
Sheila Can:
The earth just shifted on its axis. It is not often that Top Cat and the Evil Interloper are this close to one another without hair flying and tails swishing.
