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Raz has been ill, cowering under blankets. Fever of a hundred and five. I've clearly done something to anger the cat gods. With a little help from some antibiotics, he's slowly coming back to life ... walking around with his fur all on end (dehydration? got the chills? dunno) looking rather like a stuffed animal that's been through the wash.

He's cute this way, but I do wish he'd get better.

Some random photos I like, discovered via and/or stolen from A Visual Junkie's Daily Fix:

by Mert Alas & Marcus Piggott for W magazine

photographer unknown - but check out the whole editorial

still from Ingmar Bergman's Cries and Whispers

photographer also unknown ...

and by my new favorite photographer
(& creator of surrealist worlds) Eugenio Recuenco:

happy Saturday .. off to a birthday party (not mine)

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