I simply can't resist a cat, particularly a purring one.
Holding up my purring cat to the moon. I sighed.
To respect the cat is the beginning of the aesthetic sense.
But there was a kitten on my pillow, and it was purring in my face and vibrating gently with every purr, and, very soon, I slept.
He bit the inside of his cheek, Death purring wildy. The pleasure of her touch, even one so innocent, rocked him to the core.
