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A cat I used to have when I was younger, called Babushka (my mother named her after the song, her sister was called Pinkle Purr after the cat in the A.A.Milne poem), had this old woolen cardigan that became hers, that she used to crawl inside the sleeve of, and then just... flop. except all her limbs would stick right out, rigid. And she'd just lay there and purr and pad gently inside the sleeve for hours... I miss that doofus ;w;