Kneading my caretakers (you know, pawing at them like I did with my mom when I was a kitten) soothes me, but I don't know why. But after a good round of kneading, I feel somehow guilty and must compensate. Looking out the windows makes me feel better when I'm feeling guilty, but I don't know why. Birds and insects outside keep me amused, but I'm looking for more.
Paca is an inspiration to me because she really knows how to express her feelings. I am learning much through Paca's teachings.
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