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The morning after Juneteenth celebration.
Tristan, my 27 pound Siamese plow cat, would sleep like that, and score. I once was watching tv, and an ad for Fancy Feast cat food came one, with a blonde lady in a gold lame sheath dress, forking Fancy feast into a cut glass bowl, as a scrawny Siameser was walking towards her. The voice over said, " Cat of the Orient, cat of mystery and grace ".Five feet from me, in the corner of the couch, Tristan sat, sound asleep, just like the cat in the picture, snoring away, sounding like an idling Peterbilt.