“People look JOLLY today” he thought, digging his LAIR in the blanket. “Before I’ve rarely seen such liveliness and GLEE. What happened to the GLOOM of cold, GRIM winter days?” And TUGGING at the SWAG of spiny holly leaves he GASPED, surprised and STUNG and wondered, rightly so, “What is so special in this icy day of late December to CRAM the house with thorny branches, GILDED ribbons, balls and pines? For me all days are equal, I BASK, idle, chase rats, it may sound empty or boring but that’s the life of cats!”
☞Eman☜*
