#vanka

vanka... meows

Like on her side legs fully streched completely out.

Dunno if it was because the original owners had dogs too and she got it from them

Or because of how she couldn't really stretch or bend her legs due to thematting being so bad after two years of not being brushed even once.

And she crosses her front paws when she loafes lol

Nine-year-old Vanka Zhukov, who had been apprenticed three months ago to Alyakhin the shoemaker, did not go to bed on Christmas eve. He waited till his master and mistress and the senior apprentices had gone to church, and then took from the cupboard a bottle of ink and a pen with a rusty nib, spread out a crumpled sheet of paper, and was all ready to write. Before tracing the first letter he glanced several times anxiously at the door and window, peered at the dark icon, with shelves holding cobbler's lasts stretching on either side of it, and gave a quivering sigh. The paper lay on the bench, and Vanka knelt on the floor at the bench.