OF A GOLDEN AGE

My parents adopted a new cat, Sophie, from one of our country’s many kill shelters. She is precious and seems destined to be counterpart to existing family cat Claude. These two pictures make me think of the Simon & Garfunkel lyric “Old friends sat on their park bench like bookends”:

Sophie, whom I’ve jokingly called Sofa because of her frequent naps, is very dark gray and tends to blend in with the decor at my parents’ house. She also matches with Claude. Putting the “animal” in Garanimals!*

* Dumb joke.

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