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On a foggy, cool, damp morning, the birds will be singing from all the trees, the fog enveloping me with unseen musical joy. On a quiet evening, the crickets chirp and the coyotes howl in the distance. Now the old cat has found my lap. She sits there purring, tail swishing. 12 years ago when she was a kitten, our daughter hadn’t yet been born.