More bluebells

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My picture

A marmalade cat adds his furry self

To the array of bluebells in my garden.

With exquisite precision he coils his body into

A circular puddle of orange and closes green eyes,

Making such an apricot of himself in the grass

That I nearly drop my phone out of the window

Trying to take a pic.

And he’s gone. Deeply offended.

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Yes, the cat is in the picture. Find the shed. Look to the left of the shed door and find the small plum tree. Look to the left of the plum tree’s puny trunk and find something that looks like an orange ball.

That’s the cat.