Day 316: This is Skunk's new couch. It is not my new couch. I have been granted permission to sit on it once, and grudgingly. One does not inconvenience cats in this household, and with possession firmly established by virtue of occupancy, the very thought of removing a pillow and settling down on one corner of a cushion is unthinkable. It would tilt Her Majesty in repose, and that would never do.
Besides functioning as a bed for the Queen of the household, it is also her playground. The firm cushions are ideal for chasing your tail, and the soft pillows can be dived under and scrunched up against the arms. It sounds like someone beating carpet when she's bouncing around, but invariably when silence again reigns supreme, I look over, and this is what I see.
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