Today's morning:
- me sits on a couch near window and drinks coffee;
- my cat sits at the window with air of utmost importance around her and catches every movement of yard-keeper that tries to shovel snow and ice.
Since it's mostly ice, he works slowly and painfully. My cat doesn't even flinch - just stares at him. Every time he turns around to face the window, he faces her dignified figure. In about ten minutes he starts to eye his work and her with anger. In two more minutes he just spits, takes his shovel and strolls off. And so she also strolls off to see to her plate.
Entertainment for both, eh?
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