You curl up into a little ball and sigh contentedly, since sleeping is one of your favorite things to do. It's rough being Spinoza... all of the people to visit and all of the goings-on to watch over... it takes a lot out of a cat, don't ya' know. As you lay there pondering your life, you are gently carried off to Dreamland. You have a lovely dream reminiscing back to your kittenhood.

 A little while later, you stir and wake up a little. Mildly aggravated, you decide that you are still a little tired.

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