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a storm swim. a moon tan. a sleep bath. these may lead to bouts of public displays of affection, and half running out of bed in the morning. my cat just looked at me like he really wanted me dead, or at least hurt. aw, now he is purr-singing. singing kitty purrs are just the best. your heart cannot help but warm up a few degrees, and this little thing rises into your throat, realizing the sheer genius and utter fragility of this creature serenading you from their tiny guts.