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Birman CatBirman cat dreams... Tired sun is rolling fast to the horison. Perched high above the world the ancient monastery is basking in the last bright rays. The merky land below in sleepy shades of lylac is ready for the night. The ivory crown of the steep Taung Kalat seems like an early star at dusk...
Its long silky fur is like cream with the touch of honey. Her strong paws have the white tips as pure as the first snow. Her broad face is dusted with the chocolate powder and her eyes are shining like perfectly round pieces of the fresh sky in spring. Wise like an owl and mild like a dove is the sacred cat of Burma.
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