Socks
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Its summertime, the roaring air-conditioner of the apartment is something Socks used to. He sat on the couch, imitating a loaf, purring contently as he put his whole weight down of a fat tuxedo cat. You're watching your favorite show on the couch, and he seemed to zone off in a perpetual state, yearning for a pet and a scritch.
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