Papilio Caeruleus:
He feels certain that he was not always a cat. An Anogosan has never shone tattoos as proudly as he. His blues are not felt but worn, badges of honor, honors upon him, all the honors a garden in the moonlight can bestow. He sits upon his Prussian cushion, looking about his domain, his world, his garden.
The Cats of Anogosa
Felines from a distant land, they come to us as ambassadors. Tattoos that
emerge from their sleek interiors, surfacing in blue through the cream cocoons
they wear as fur. Moonstones set into their foreheads act as communications
devices… how? I know not. The way the cats of Anogosa get their tattoos is
mysterious. Even to them.
Objet d’art, signed. Ships gently from Colorado.
Papilio Caeruleus:
He feels certain that he was not always a cat. An Anogosan has never shone tattoos as proudly as he. His blues are not felt but worn, badges of honor, honors upon him, all the honors a garden in the moonlight can bestow. He sits upon his Prussian cushion, looking about his domain, his world, his garden.
The Cats of Anogosa
Felines from a distant land, they come to us as ambassadors. Tattoos that
emerge from their sleek interiors, surfacing in blue through the cream cocoons
they wear as fur. Moonstones set into their foreheads act as communications
devices… how? I know not. The way the cats of Anogosa get their tattoos is
mysterious. Even to them.
Objet d’art, signed. Ships gently from Colorado.
