On the same cat, sunning herself, on the same spot, again
Will you look at that cat … !
Can you top that ??
I can’t !
And, with the sunlight itself being depicted as a cat:
[Appendix from English literature]
The lady-mother of the kitten sat sunning her white bosom
in the window,
and looked round with a sleepy air of expecting
caresses,
though she was not going to take
any trouble for them.
-- George Eliot, Silas Marner
(1861)
And, with the sunlight itself being depicted as a cat:
All the windows
in the villa were open. Sunlight
made itself comfortable in unexpected corners of the room.
-- Vladimir Nabokov, King,
Queen, Knave (1968), p. 227
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