thoughtful

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The holidays are over.  In January's chill, the scene at the Museum is basically this without the artistic embellishments of 1874: older dog relaxing, cats wondering what they can get into.  Have a closer look:

If you're curious, here's how this looks on the book page.  You may notice that this is one of those books of "improving" poetry of which the 19th century was so fond, which I think rolls over into the slightly grim feel of the illustrations: a sly kitty, heavy funereal-looking wreaths.