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... much at home, having discovered Beatrice’s velvet slippers sometime in the night and decided they were her rightful bed. Beatrice found her there just after sunrise, a tiny ball of black fur snoring lightly against the toe of her shoe.
She didn’t move her.
Instead, Beatrice sat by the hearth with a cup of tea and watched as the kitten eventually stirred, stretched with dramatic flair, and began a campaign to conquer the rug by pouncing on invisible enemies. It was absurdly calmin ...
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