I can't be the only one.

 It is a truth universally acknowledged that a cat's mother, on a cold day, will take a trip down to KMart to buy her cat a new blanket. 

At $4.50, this is a steal. 

Will he be grateful for the purchase? Of course not.

Will he be kept a bit warmer? Yes. 

Will he see it as his divine right to be spoiled rotten? Of course. I am his slave after all. 

I think he looks happy enough on his throne, on his bed, under his blankie. 

Of course, he gets tucked in at regular intervals. 

I'm such a bad cat mother. The poor, half-starved, under-loved, neglected beast. You can see it in his eyes. Just dreadful. No consideration for the cat at all.

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