Jan 6, 2021
When the cat decides to lounge ten centimeters away from a naked bulb and YOU HAVE to take a picture before she combusts. Obviously.
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When the cat decides to lounge ten centimeters away from a naked bulb and YOU HAVE to take a picture before she combusts. Obviously.
Once again, Le Truc Qui Fait Du Bruit decides to lounge in the limelight. The desk’s lamp has an halogen bulb. She’s close. It’s not exactly safe. She doesn’t care.
It’s not even a pattern anymore, she has a kind of obsession for light/bright/hot/warm, I swear.
(Also, I think she has misplaced her paws.)
Went through old folders a few days ago, and I’m starting to see a pattern of unhealthy attraction to warm things with that cat.
Here, she’s roasting herself in front of the electric chimney. I have a whole series of that moment, she was too caught in bliss to be mad at me for taking pictures as she usually is.
And a few days ago I’ve caught her licking a radiator. I kid you not.
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