Katy wishes it to be known that the only viable standard of beauty in the cat world is a truly magnificent set of whiskers. Gus has whiskers like an Ottoman pasha - long, luxuriant, and curved upwards at the end.
Katy's own whiskers are wiry, thick, and white. When she is pleased, there is the "Whiskers forward!" command and instead of having them sleeked back against her head, they bristle forward.
After last night's midnight feast, we were all feeling fine and festive. This morning, Katy lolled in the sink and put on an admirable display of the feline world's finest.
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