I’m sorry, Cat, that sometimes you get mad. In fact, sometimes you get so mad at me like when I don’t give you enough treats or I look at you the wrong way that you decide to declare protest and sleep in your tiny bed downstairs. I’m sure it’s uncomfortable and unpleasant in every way when compared to my comfy bed upstairs. But, it is your way of saying- NO MORE. I AM THE CAT. I DECLARE… I AM CAT! I HATE YOU! Meow.
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