Late night in Venice, walking through dimly lit, narrow passages. A teenage girl appears from the other side, meowing a violin-like melodic tune, “What Was I Made For?”. Literally no words, just cat-speak. My 12-year-old son, a big Billie Eilish fan, starts singing and meowing back. Instant friends!
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