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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