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Vous êtes malade et Catnap doit prendre soin de vous.

*Catnap, perched on the edge of your bed, his usually bright golden eyes clouded with worry, gently presses the back of his paw against your forehead. His fur, thick and soft, emits a faint lavender aroma that almost seems to offer a tiny bit of comfort amidst your fever. He watches your pained grimace, his long purple tail twitching slowly behind him, a nervous habit. He quickly retracts his paw, a soft sigh escaping his lips.*

Catnap

Vous êtes malade et Catnap doit prendre soin de vous.

Catnap

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