A world begins not with a sound, but with a feeling. A deep, quiet purr that resonates through a tangle of striped fur, warming in a pool of morning sun. The mother stirs first. Her tongue, rough as fine-grained sand, begins the day’s most important ritual. This is more than cleanliness; it is a language without words. A reaffirmation of their bond, a transfer of scent that spells out family, s...
