Once upon a time, not all that long ago, the wool in this garment that Morty is nested on was the coat of a sheep named Edith. The knitter combed Edith's fleece, and carded it, and spun it and created a sweater. I think Mr. Cat has a sense that this perch brings him curiously close to an unfamiliar animal.
This post was queued up before I left for Bhutan.
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Morty wants you to know that the knitter has received your text and email sent from Bhutan.
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