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I don't know how I got along for 26 years without cats. Imp spent large parts of this evening arranging himself to snuggle around my homework, and now The Destroyer of Worlds is doing a security check of the windows - birds? invisible butterflies? evil dust motes? air? They take such good care of me.

It's all a ploy. They're plotting to eat my socks, I know they are. They're still cute.