Arbor Day
My cat rubs my leg and starts to purr with a soft little rumble, a soft little whirr, as if she had motors inside of her. I say, "Nice Kitty," and stroke her fur, and though she can't talk and I can't purr, she understands me, and I do her. -- Aileen Fisher

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