There’s something not fair around here.
Totally not fair.
Those cats I live with are always allowed on the furniture.
Anytime and anywhere.
But if I try to get on the furniture – the nice, comfy furniture – I get yelled at and told to get down.
Is that unfair, or what?
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Sometimes I sneak onto the furniture when my person isn’t looking.
But the problem is that the furniture is so comfy that I don’t always wake up when my person comes near.
It’s really embarrassing when I get kicked off the furniture and the cats get to stay.
I feel like a second class citizen around here.
And we all know that dogs rule over cats.
We all know that, right?
I didn’t hear you.
Well, never mind.
Because I figured out a way to get past the problem.
I found myself an ally.
Person, don’t even try to kick me off.
He said I could.
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