The difference between the black of the robe and the black of the cat is actually less noticeably in real life. (In the photo, the robe looks almost navy blue.) Squint your eyes when you look at it, and you'll see how well George uses camouflage to blend in when I drop my robe on the floor.
Friday, July 29, 2011
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