A number of years ago, the local paper sent a photographer to my house for a pic to accompany an interview. Ooh lovely: new human! cried Misha, and wormed her way into his lap instanter. Sophie disapproved of such antics, and took up her regular position on my shoulders. The poor man was a little overwrought, I fear. The paper fell back on an old stock photo, but a while later I got a package in the post. Which is why I now have pictures of Sophie where she best belonged, and Mishie gazing enquiringly into a camera lens at very, very close quarters.
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(along with the feline sitting next to me currently)
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"Laura Anne Gilman."
"Oh! She looks exactly liked I thought she would."
(Make of that what you will.)
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