One weekend morning, I blóted once the frost had started melting off the grass. As I walked out to the brick hearth on the north side of the backyard, there was a scrabbling on the back fence and the mostly white cat appeared. He or she demanded a petting so I administered one, and included Freyja in my blót; the cat hung around monitoring me.


weofodthignen: selfportrait with Rune the cat (Default)

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