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Whit was already content since he'd finally passed whatever devil had been pounding on the walls of his little belly.  His ease only intensified with the gentle strokes of his mother's tongue.  Purring like a kitten, he wriggled happily against her legs as she cleaned him.  Almost as though he'd understood her request, the chubby boy crawled towards her chest, wriggled in a little half circle until he was neatly wedged between forelegs, and rolled over into her fur for a snooze.

  Wanna wrap up and then I can make my stubborn demands for a new mommy thread? :D