This is how I find my cats these days. Flopped over and melted into puddles of cute.
They'd be a hell of a lot cuter if they wouldn't shed all over my dark carpet all summer long. I comb and comb but it always starts looking like a scene of a major disaster as soon as I put the vacuum cleaner away. 
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Poor dears! I used to live in a tiny, non-air-conditioned condo, southern exposure, third floor. In August, it was stifling. It would freak me out to get up in the middle of the night, stumble into the bathroom in the dark, and hear a cat chirp from his bed in the cold porcelain sink. His brother would sleep in the bathtub. You never get used to glowing eyes in the dark beside your head when you pee...
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