Sitting by the peat fire wee Sox sits perched looking at Liam as he watches the Celtic play on TV she's waiting on a treat patiently. Purring softly she goes outside to see if Sally has left any scraps of food. Liams got fencing to do so Sox goes to her sanctuary amongst the peat in Lullymore.
Michael Cochrane ©
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