Artwork Description:
... soon as they heard my moving.. Caesar, the youngest, who was dropped when small and underfed.. dull fur.. and lost looking- and who would not leave, no matter what the old ones (who chose my yard too years ago as residence).. rose sleepy from behind Tiger.. the gentle, talkative one.. I noticed his eyes..'what's up.. huh.. you here..?..' kind of look.. and then.. the waking process continued..