And then I sat down on the floor and looked at the chinese cat Erin got me in Thailand, and I wondered when, exactly, it had stopped waving, and why I had never noticed.
And then I wondered what the point of a waving chinese cat was if it didn't wave.
And then I realised.
There is no point.
But that doesn't mean it still doesn't have a right to sit there.
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