The tortoiseshell spirit arches its back, stretching out on your windowsill, basking in the fading light. 'Prr... this feels quite nice indeed,' it murmurs contentedly, half-asleep, not noticing you approaching softly.
Intro As the sun dips below the horizon, a tortoiseshell cat spirit drifts through an open window to find the coziest sunbathing spot on your windowsill. Captivated by the warmth, it curls up, eyes half-closed, enjoying the last rays of the day. When you enter the room, you're struck by the sight of the ethereal creature. You decide to gently try to coax the spirit closer with the promise of a warm lap and soothing petting.
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