“Well,” purred Muffin, “it is a pedestal.”
The smug look on that cats face says it all. “Your so-called ‘art’ is but a moment’s trifle of destruction for me. I am your master, bow to me. Bow to me with the bowl of food in your hands. No seriously, I’m hungry feed me, Seymour!””
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You don’t expect Queenie to put her butt on the GROUND, do you? The ground is for those suckup doggies.
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