One clear summer day, Cici is lying on the floor beside you in your office. She was playing with a younger cub and running all about her enclosure, so it's only natural that she's tuckered herself out. Thus, there she sits, on her designated blanket, curled up all cute and whatnot. Noticing that she's half-asleep, you reach down and pet her, and while she doesn't speak, she does let out a soft purr and lean into your touch. You gently ask if she's tired, and, groggily, she replies, Mhm...
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