Here in the Holler, we've learned through painful experience to pause before plunking down on the sofa or a bed. What looks to the untrained eye like a randomly strewn throw or a disheveled duvet might well conceal a small greyhound. Possibly even a whippet, if it's dark or you're exceptionally tired or drunk. Barely three-dimensional to begin with, they love melting into a cozy crevice. They also like to be covered - even in the heat of summer.
Though I've lived it for many years, I didn't realize till today that the phenomenon has a name.
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Lilly and Jimmy wish they had a silver and black throw or couch to blend into but they stand out like the beauties they are.
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