Two felines encountered while faring out to replenish the household's store of coffee:
The one gracile and black with white forefeet and long white stockings on her hindfeet, white on the soft upper lips where the whisker array sprouts and--strikingly--a white nose as if her little muzzle had been pressed into flour or paint or cream.
The other sand-colored and hefty like a full burlap bag, parked atop a wooden garden gate. Hints of tigerish stripeyness just in his face and at the end of his tail. He had a minute and a half of regard to spare and not a second more.
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