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There's something about a kitten purr.
It comes from who knows where. But hearing that soft and tiny whirr Will release most any care. A fuzzy little furry thing, Just burrows in my chest. The sensation makes my heart sing, And the feeling is the best. It thinks that I'm its mother, Which doesn't offend me. Except there's one small bother When his claws think I'm a tree!
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