I am sitting here with two cats on my lap and my computer resting on them as I write this. The cats have both fallen fast asleep. A while ago, my stereo reached the end of a CD and ceased playing. Still, I heard music—low and resonant music, like what you might hear rising up to you when someone plays the blues two floors below. I quickly realized that the music was my cats breathing.
Inside, my cats are made of music!
Who knew?
--Mitchell Hegman
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