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Lounging in bed late at night, listening to a Loon’s haunting call. The Loon goes silent, and a chorus of frogs fill in with a sustained rhythmic burr of chirps. At my elbow, the cat purrs and grooms himself, his tongue sometimes rasping against the duvet cover. Finally he stretches and settles, elongated against me. I am ready to turn off the light and sleep.