The other day I was in my bathroom getting ready for the day when I heard Jane, our cat, meowing at me in her diminutive little voice. She was outside, this I knew for sure, but I could tell from the sound that she was very near. And as I looked up at the sliver of a bathroom window that we have, I saw Jane's little head peeking in at me. It had begun to rain a little and Jane found a dry spot under the eaves and close enough to my window to tell me that she'd like to come inside, please.
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