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Kitten calls are the way to find out nature is in your living room. It wakes me at 2am every night. Bladder and cat food, like clockwork. Between popping the top off of the purina bin and glancing at my own nighttime reflection in the dining room mirror, I begin to wonder if I am in fact alive. The reflection is solidly there, but during the night, after the day, before the alarm, I am not solid. In fact, should I bump into the table on my way out of the room, I may not respond and instead watch as my particles come back together on the other side.