My dear cat Nos (meaning nose) when he was a young tomcat. Now he's a bit less skinny but he still has the same personality. When somebody visits us his brother Tass (paw) runs to the door to find out who it is. But Nos runs away to take cover preferably under the sofa. And those eyes so full of melancholy and doubt! Am I really supposed to be here? Be kind to him he needs that more than most (cat) people.
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