Black cats and a toddler (Rousse)

Everywhere I turned there was another black cat. They swarmed through the house as I hunted for my sister.

When I found her she showed off her latest creation: a pale blue flowered toddler’s top, modelled by her son. While I admired her handiwork, I didn’t approve of a little boy dressed in such clothing.

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