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She slips into the room each morning as I flip on my computer and begin work announcing her presence with uplifted tail and golden eyes that seem to glow from mischief Sometimes she grips at my swivel chair claws tugging the fabric sometimes she leaps atop pillows to peer out the window meowing until I open it onto the screen and sometimes she just curls up on my bed to drift into a deep slumber Regardless of her chosen state whenever I take a break for water or a snack she trails along like a small furry shadow who is wont to flop onto her back and trill eager for a belly rub or a plush weasel with which