There's a tiger in my flat.
[Pause]
The painting of a tiger.
Tonight, I searched my wardrobe as I was looking for my Georgian sunshade, and I found the Japanese scroll painting I got for Christmas a few years ago right under it.
Right now, my kitten isn't home (he stayed with his nan out of town), so I decided to hang it. Apart from the fact that the kitten would probably try to play with it [I love that kitten, but I won't let him destroy a piece of art!], that I've put the painting over the one big mirror there's in my flat [so I badly need that spot painting-free], and that there are a certain number of spiders that would try to move behind or onto it [even if I were a spider killer, which I'm not, they're too quick and cunning for me to try to stop them; I vacuum the abandoned cobwebs once they're gone, and that's it], I really, really, really need to make a kind of protective case for it (that's going to be funny since it's over six feet!).
Well, I'll roll it again tomorrow morning (it's safer in my wardrobe for the moment), but meet the "rest" of the tiger whose eyes I use on Twitter:
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