Yep, "purring", as you curl up – alone – in this soft and comfy fleece blanket. Covered with cats, just like the seven real cats who share your home now. Your drafty, empty home, a stark reminder of how sad and meaningless your life has become. With nothing to live for except your cats, and the pigeons in the park who flock to you as you shuffle to your bench, weakly gripping the bag of crumbled, day old buns that you've pulled out of the restaurant dumpster and that you toss with abandon to feed the disease-ridden birds. And then slowly you make your way back to your brood of cats and witness the night dissolving into yet another day of the same.

Awww, look at the kitten with the pink bow.