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They sit upon their thrones, our feline friends- aloof at times; to interact depends on how they feel and what excites their mood to offer mews- or simply stare and brood. They are so regal with demanding ways- yet come to rule our hearts with their displays. And once we have their trust, expect a change; no better loving pet can we arrange. More full meows- more twirls around our feet- jumping on laps with purrs, so soft and sweet. Staring with eyes that somehow seem to know- are we okay? Do signs of sadness show? So cozy at our feet, at night in bed, curled like a ball or stretched from tail to head. A friend for life- this love goes far beyond; our gentle cats create a lasting bond. And yet, their royalty remains intact; when more than one, there is a feline pact. A hierarchy's formed by one that rules- instilled from jungle days survival tools- evolved into a huge variety- famed as "Sacred Meow Society".
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