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Josie was my precious cinnamon roll who caught mice but never killed them - instead letting them go inside the house still alive - ate grass while laying flat on her back, slept on my feet (and legs, chest, face, arms, curled into my side, etc), usedmy chest as a springboard to jump to the top bunk of my bed, and indulged me by responding when I copied her meows enough that she knew if I started doing it she was going to be fed. She was social and friendly and consented to being worn across the back of the neck like a scarf. I don't remember being scratched or bitten by her unless I actually hurt her by accident, and she was the easiest thing to start purring.