Wake, reluctantly, to sound of a cat dying – all those repetitive moaning cries. Calling to her doesn’t help or bring her closer. Finally, the terrible sounds come nearer. I open my eyes to see what’s going on. I expect cat with traumatic amputation or full on heart failure or something and what I see is: Deirdre with a mouse.
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Have you learned lessons only of those who admired you, and were tender with you, and stood aside for you? Have you not learned great lessons from those who braced themselves against you, and disputed the passage with you?
— Walt WhitmanThe Cat Cam
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