Sometimes my human puts me on the alpha-chair. The alpha-chair is the soft black chair where the master of all creatures in the room sits. Sometimes Moony tries to claim the chair, and mastery of the room. Sometimes the honey dog nervously climbs up there. But I never do, unless my human places me there. Today while on the alpha-chair, a blanket fell on me. It was like I was shrouded from the world on my throne of mastery. And I had my treasures with me: a catnip cigar and a pouch of honeysuckle.
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