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Sometimes I wonder what it’s like to stick your whiskers into your mistress’s face first thing in the morning, get fed, chase a squirrel and nap for hours. Then squiggle around and nap for a few more. I think

Our life is short and tedious, and in the death of a man there is no remedy: neither was there any man known to have returned from the grave. For we are born at all adventure: and we shall be