Literature
Innocence and Sunbeams
It was a good sunbeam.
The angle was just right to provide ample coverage for this spot on the carpet, letting the amber glaze of the spring day spill over Arthur's grey-furred form. The cat's tail was relaxed as he lay on his side, eyes shut, and ears tilted slightly back as he enjoyed the patch of warmth and general silence of the Kururugi apartments. Occasionally, soft humming could be heard from the nearby kitchenette as the Lady prepared a snack. The Master was away, working probably, not that it was any of Arthur's concern. His immediate agenda only encompassed warming himself at this time and catching up on his quota of sleep.
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