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My cat perched on the corner of my mattress and repeated his usual morning greeting of "meow?", which so elegantly translated into, "are you going to wake up and feed me, or am I going to keep asking?" Benny, my adolescent tuxedo kitty, crawled as clumsily as possible across my neck and chest, turned around to grace me with his cat breath as he continued to remind me that he was a hungry cat who wanted attention. Had I slept? I didn't remember opening my eyes. The sunlight sifted through the closed vertical blinds in a random fashion, the vinyl planks danced ever so slightly in the gentle summer breeze, casting brief rays that went from floor