I am horrified to discover there is a fly persistently landing in my bowl. I must turn away, I cannot look. I'll send Oleevka to deal with it.
I'll just have to eat some biscuits for a while.
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The life and times of a sophisticated, black cat called Sasha. Quite hairy, some grey hair in the neck region.
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