tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74758701718520742262024-03-05T01:55:29.385-08:00A Column of Cats - Drawings by Gary Michael Dault, Text by Malgorzata Wolak DaultMONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475870171852074226.post-29819074011824614482012-07-27T19:44:00.002-07:002012-07-27T19:44:40.290-07:00#53: Goodbye<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The tip of his tail is a cat's vanishing point.<br />He impregnates the page with his disappearing<br />MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475870171852074226.post-52285282844639726082012-07-21T05:50:00.002-07:002012-07-21T05:50:15.801-07:00#52: Reflection<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Two cats, both unique. Each cat colours the solitude of the other<br />MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475870171852074226.post-19227046164406158592012-07-13T18:49:00.002-07:002012-07-13T18:50:15.836-07:00#51. Porcelain<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This apparition of a cat has the transparency of warm porcelainMONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475870171852074226.post-52616898284597470202012-07-06T19:31:00.002-07:002012-07-06T19:31:45.994-07:00#50. World Game<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A cat looking maniacally at its ball.<br />This ball is the whole world to him.<br /><br />MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475870171852074226.post-36430435765215994192012-06-30T05:39:00.003-07:002012-06-30T05:39:24.429-07:00#49. Against Writing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Arrested in the middle of a field of writing, a cat<br />tries to define himself against it. He utters his ancient<br />meow, as old as a rock.<br />MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475870171852074226.post-81407220659706535192012-06-22T19:41:00.006-07:002012-06-22T19:41:52.046-07:00#48. Cat Flower<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Early on a summer night, when the lightning bugs are floating<br />in the garden, flowers grow animated--radiant and soft, like cats looking to be caressed.<br />Sometimes, as in the drawing, the flowers come to assume the heads of cats. <br /><br />MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475870171852074226.post-27661176279075822222012-06-15T19:51:00.000-07:002012-06-15T19:56:31.159-07:00#47. Moth<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpfqOT4D6LAiVep4IQH63IIKWiYrIaCxkAVDuIJre_GlG7iuigEyTbTtCm-U0ZizDg3cpMPZahTgqOQespxnaQaL7IY8P5Y2xdVOKyh_gVUAGXQvesZUDe_7DY20bWCTWjZRyLLReFAuyB/s1600/cat06152012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpfqOT4D6LAiVep4IQH63IIKWiYrIaCxkAVDuIJre_GlG7iuigEyTbTtCm-U0ZizDg3cpMPZahTgqOQespxnaQaL7IY8P5Y2xdVOKyh_gVUAGXQvesZUDe_7DY20bWCTWjZRyLLReFAuyB/s400/cat06152012.jpg" width="300" /></a><br />
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This cat looks as if it were made from scraps of paper.<br />
It sits in a dark space like a moth in a closetMONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475870171852074226.post-46529191443513062642012-06-08T19:37:00.001-07:002012-06-08T19:37:16.842-07:00#46. Blue blue<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A vast open space--a space as big as an ocean--is a cat's invitation.<br />It returns him to his wild self. In a sea of blue air, a cat drifts like a sailing ship.<br /><br />MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475870171852074226.post-32853269656489556882012-06-01T20:53:00.002-07:002012-06-01T20:53:18.003-07:00#45. In a Mist<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here is a cat becoming one with darkness.<br />A cat likes to lose himself in the dusk<br />--as if he were mist.<br />MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475870171852074226.post-37080869112223386662012-05-25T19:33:00.000-07:002012-05-26T06:02:35.595-07:00#44. Pineapple<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Their eyes meet. The cat looks into the bat's eyes and sees two<br />
streetlamps. The bat looks into the cat's eyes and sees a pineapple.<br />MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475870171852074226.post-58722279503803185892012-05-18T19:28:00.002-07:002012-05-18T19:32:25.363-07:00#43. Lock<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This cat is all curves--like the inside of an old lock<br />for which the key has been long lost<br />
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A cat is watching a bird. Its body remains smooth and motionless, like a jet plane ready to take off.MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475870171852074226.post-22483426202464280612012-04-20T18:57:00.000-07:002012-04-20T18:57:04.085-07:00#41. A StretchStretching, for a cat, is a language.
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Ghost<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUufj7iGJWqGDPFh7AFID9ysEv0OznjNYzZxvlWXGlbPdUnQ4-rXeAludskK2bUmRx6Axpz7HpVSnHDI1DaUWF6jZfTJfi8VLQ1RXhyphenhyphenluYeV-GeLtyxqpv71AtkzHlmyhjAnmT_zobyJPO/s1600/cat04132012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUufj7iGJWqGDPFh7AFID9ysEv0OznjNYzZxvlWXGlbPdUnQ4-rXeAludskK2bUmRx6Axpz7HpVSnHDI1DaUWF6jZfTJfi8VLQ1RXhyphenhyphenluYeV-GeLtyxqpv71AtkzHlmyhjAnmT_zobyJPO/s400/cat04132012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731035799835528338" /></a><br />There is something of a ghost's nature in every cat, in the way a cat<br />can dematerialize his presence by being still. A cat, like a ghost, can master silence,<br />to the point of losing his third dimension. He can appear to our eyes as the<br />silhouette of a porcelain figure in which one blue eye blinks.MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475870171852074226.post-9961001517862340052012-04-06T12:50:00.002-07:002012-04-06T12:51:17.824-07:00#39. Wait<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOfe2QyyCkM0CAlY5ZWZuXEremMTreZh4zCcIrC5gtIcnpL5QbYwf0XFv_d1H5krGpkHWkHmr3_CMBKp4QmJd5IfT8tnyp-oTgc9ZMWSohPdBFjH74d3UW-qpDx7_ugvnEtnjyJnVFGO5e/s1600/cats04062012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOfe2QyyCkM0CAlY5ZWZuXEremMTreZh4zCcIrC5gtIcnpL5QbYwf0XFv_d1H5krGpkHWkHmr3_CMBKp4QmJd5IfT8tnyp-oTgc9ZMWSohPdBFjH74d3UW-qpDx7_ugvnEtnjyJnVFGO5e/s400/cats04062012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728377720921321330" /></a><br />A Cat, surrounded by his warm shadow, waiting, like a tulip bulb, for SpringMONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475870171852074226.post-54533846120788113612012-03-30T19:49:00.002-07:002012-03-30T19:49:52.247-07:00#38. Puffed<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIHXfbJNuq_Au2mT5tY9yLH4OUizUJJ5N3OUngKVPrLGR9huPCP4uNfAXT6ZJLUoOU0L0SrGYFwIQD1S1u7jSQItn8Hg2eO693jYWC9dqolu5bzJzPk3F8WqILy7RWSIdt2h7SgRPtuWtJ/s1600/cat03302012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 363px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIHXfbJNuq_Au2mT5tY9yLH4OUizUJJ5N3OUngKVPrLGR9huPCP4uNfAXT6ZJLUoOU0L0SrGYFwIQD1S1u7jSQItn8Hg2eO693jYWC9dqolu5bzJzPk3F8WqILy7RWSIdt2h7SgRPtuWtJ/s400/cat03302012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725887981368209618" /></a><br />Here, a cloud, blown by the wind through an immensity of blue sky,<br />has assembled itself into the shape of a puffed white cat.MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475870171852074226.post-47925308802230781322012-03-23T19:19:00.001-07:002012-03-23T19:20:35.977-07:00#37. Pond<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgufor4ZAu1yvt79zEA_Apzrrh5Qq27pPkHKW5LomrvB-Nn8eFwaAm7DsvfO9qkpBk6M3ESJBgtAg4NYJGVk4iiWxPMseLAXkWYdQDlSSQjhMNtk8oRJ3dXNaYz4hw5nqXRDI7KW0A-SVXq/s1600/cat03232012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 348px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgufor4ZAu1yvt79zEA_Apzrrh5Qq27pPkHKW5LomrvB-Nn8eFwaAm7DsvfO9qkpBk6M3ESJBgtAg4NYJGVk4iiWxPMseLAXkWYdQDlSSQjhMNtk8oRJ3dXNaYz4hw5nqXRDI7KW0A-SVXq/s400/cat03232012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723282839462435698" /></a><br />This is a cat like a pond enclosed by night,<br />in which elements float. A tiny fish and a beaver<br />swim to the beating of the cat's heart.MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475870171852074226.post-8633122467832524682012-03-16T18:47:00.002-07:002012-03-16T18:48:41.119-07:00#36. Pinot Clairvoyant<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD5rQm-MagzOM1JL70gJb2n8B1akI3g7y0YFBcDxQI7-tSGkTM0CCvDZWoxzSh-36AGm5IvZxldb2HaGwWgNofTL4mnSvJ09RdUvobXdfvTkoB_5nNV60ily71Ujw4SwMMZULT-otBA7s9/s1600/cat03162012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD5rQm-MagzOM1JL70gJb2n8B1akI3g7y0YFBcDxQI7-tSGkTM0CCvDZWoxzSh-36AGm5IvZxldb2HaGwWgNofTL4mnSvJ09RdUvobXdfvTkoB_5nNV60ily71Ujw4SwMMZULT-otBA7s9/s400/cat03162012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720677030355486642" /></a><br />Our cat Pinot possesses an extra consciousness. He always anticipates<br />any upcoming situation. It's uncanny how he seems to know what I know.<br />We meet in the eyes of the other.MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475870171852074226.post-59625982017613934382012-03-09T15:54:00.002-08:002012-03-09T15:57:10.454-08:00# 35. Chocolate<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDLJYWkJM_eMTwYY1HEaxAwbhwBkcKY3t3Xl13gB3muK_N8BNwoFTzvajvL1N-Z4Jo5H9Eq9LFyhIeo9DUJe2k383qK7G2aH6S05KW4UDXfSlNaSfAWP1JehlQBXH1mO3bc_yWPxwAJeDM/s1600/cat03092012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDLJYWkJM_eMTwYY1HEaxAwbhwBkcKY3t3Xl13gB3muK_N8BNwoFTzvajvL1N-Z4Jo5H9Eq9LFyhIeo9DUJe2k383qK7G2aH6S05KW4UDXfSlNaSfAWP1JehlQBXH1mO3bc_yWPxwAJeDM/s400/cat03092012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718050432525069554" /></a><br />This chocolate cat is as comfortable in the dark<br />as a hazelnut is in the dimness of its shellMONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475870171852074226.post-49481424883308223982012-03-02T19:08:00.000-08:002012-03-02T19:09:41.989-08:00#34. Blue<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-CMTFhb8TQp7-WtcIV0T7sx-k6rXW-iGzZMRn732YQKug-bnLcxsGLPx0zE-AGRNoughXslTzKwetXHvoGEjnnksux4ss5xBGwmXVfKw0itQbDMgrZ-DGnZEkTHM_joXVdgIBQZaBTmAK/s1600/cat03022012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-CMTFhb8TQp7-WtcIV0T7sx-k6rXW-iGzZMRn732YQKug-bnLcxsGLPx0zE-AGRNoughXslTzKwetXHvoGEjnnksux4ss5xBGwmXVfKw0itQbDMgrZ-DGnZEkTHM_joXVdgIBQZaBTmAK/s400/cat03022012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715502715856482514" /></a><br />This Russian Blue cat, caught in a shaft of light,<br />could pass for the tip of an iceberg.MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475870171852074226.post-72520141942351347032012-02-24T16:47:00.003-08:002012-02-24T16:50:06.683-08:00#33. Winter<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBKbkisZYdOODJre1lSt6Yp4byeo7kP3l_l7MQaGP0N8SN8sb3pee4jrNxJpnwmvGhK5U5ZQx-yWPkAOh34_XRQMN8kSNC_ILThjH-fJ4Al80K9gpwxHKvUzGhwwmgrX5XMPTLJwvsbX8e/s1600/cat02242012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBKbkisZYdOODJre1lSt6Yp4byeo7kP3l_l7MQaGP0N8SN8sb3pee4jrNxJpnwmvGhK5U5ZQx-yWPkAOh34_XRQMN8kSNC_ILThjH-fJ4Al80K9gpwxHKvUzGhwwmgrX5XMPTLJwvsbX8e/s400/cat02242012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712868876730145538" /></a><br /><br />Here is a cat wearing a shawl made out of evening breezes. Its eyes, like holes in a sieve, are straining the blackness of the night, his body smoothing out the winter.MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475870171852074226.post-52089144626466125612012-02-17T15:57:00.001-08:002012-02-17T15:58:32.491-08:00# 32. Volatile<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilPQwEHXkpXaQb43LQ7W-Qpo9kvCsdIXDu5E6pnOTuy4G5CYWodGOZeWXdG0pKaebtm1EloA0-dTY9w3vAuXo8avkP0PqsAShDZD2IzMDT2a00SIyvPMMhnaWH4uIy3o5Dpm11e6j8SITa/s1600/cat02172012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilPQwEHXkpXaQb43LQ7W-Qpo9kvCsdIXDu5E6pnOTuy4G5CYWodGOZeWXdG0pKaebtm1EloA0-dTY9w3vAuXo8avkP0PqsAShDZD2IzMDT2a00SIyvPMMhnaWH4uIy3o5Dpm11e6j8SITa/s400/cat02172012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710258173589042706" /></a><br />A cat coming apart, flying off in all directionsMONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475870171852074226.post-7516932609543853332012-02-10T18:51:00.000-08:002012-02-10T18:53:16.523-08:00#31. Press Play<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7QLpZMcT5DV4xJ-yDnwVooAwQFtI5thf6cOfwiJtOe5El9PYW8CCEy2mP-ybY8PQ6d0D12b2vBNMjTmgGdBINc5EcC8TuK7mL4qzS5HyZkTHnbH7LHt89XOnfbfzp52M7wXSCj5ztRuev/s1600/cat02102012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7QLpZMcT5DV4xJ-yDnwVooAwQFtI5thf6cOfwiJtOe5El9PYW8CCEy2mP-ybY8PQ6d0D12b2vBNMjTmgGdBINc5EcC8TuK7mL4qzS5HyZkTHnbH7LHt89XOnfbfzp52M7wXSCj5ztRuev/s400/cat02102012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707705644306203954" /></a><br />A cat, feeling playfulness in the air.MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475870171852074226.post-15216823807162967312012-02-03T19:04:00.001-08:002012-02-03T19:05:33.724-08:00#30. A Disappearing Tale<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_izgyQkHnPrApA3-rv6XffJe5s0DU15VXGJIMO6hVaKySH1tR86G8sm59vfG7kAGSxxWtHIf9-hePC6rzKRstlPWt4LhAQY2F-LfFvEt3eInGN0JU5JFwrQGWxz7nxDlQltUgWNddJFz6/s1600/cat02032012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_izgyQkHnPrApA3-rv6XffJe5s0DU15VXGJIMO6hVaKySH1tR86G8sm59vfG7kAGSxxWtHIf9-hePC6rzKRstlPWt4LhAQY2F-LfFvEt3eInGN0JU5JFwrQGWxz7nxDlQltUgWNddJFz6/s400/cat02032012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705111268524757602" /></a><br />The most visible part of a cat it its tail.<br />A cat is veiled by the fabrics of the house.<br />When a car disappears under the curtains, bedspreads, <br />tables or armchairs, it is his unfurled tail that,<br />like a puppet in a theatre, is left to<br />animate space.MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475870171852074226.post-11188750149817840882012-01-27T17:47:00.000-08:002012-01-27T17:49:09.808-08:00# 29. Grigio<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikjHqGfojEXYzqJqTYMBHEc8BdvjTvjL9PxXnQB0gcGWEjQsHilNIhE2oWu28ATQ_FoKhnTpvhUVzl87We5KxYVdoZLR5XzlDWMMAm5eYicwc8SPJr4RvMtYZQpdPhwHkoflK7HIUZFvRG/s1600/cat01272012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikjHqGfojEXYzqJqTYMBHEc8BdvjTvjL9PxXnQB0gcGWEjQsHilNIhE2oWu28ATQ_FoKhnTpvhUVzl87We5KxYVdoZLR5XzlDWMMAm5eYicwc8SPJr4RvMtYZQpdPhwHkoflK7HIUZFvRG/s400/cat01272012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702493924885502610" /></a><br />When Grigio is being curious, it is not only visible in the sudden roundness of his eyes.<br />Every muscle of his body is tensed and waiting. Even the tip of his tail is attracted, like a compass needle, to a presumable mystery.MONDAY ARTPOSThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05875172319252657209noreply@blogger.com