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Fagan visited me in my dreams last night. I was in our living room, talking with some male, and Fagan was sitting on our fireplace mantel purring and chirruping while I gave him chin skritches. Our fireplace was a real one, not an electric heater, and so the mantel was nice and wide for our chubby boy. I pulled a can of wet food from a pocket, opened it, and held the can while Fagan snarfed it down. I love it when he checks in on me.
