Do I ask much? I don't ask much. Just my chair in the study, an old wicker chair - but do I complain? At least it is softened with a folded brown hand towel, to make my colors Pop! and Buffy, Mom's oldest, softest stuffed animal as a sort of padding. A stuffed golden cocker spaniel. He's been dead so long he doesn't even have bad breath, so I don't care.
Do I ask much? Just don't leave the new headphones and all that cable on my chair, okay? I have one chair in every room, and of course the entire king-size bed. They are not horizontal filing cabinets. Let's remember that.
Is that too much to ask? No. That and a tuna smoothie morning and night. I can't smoke or open a bottle of wine or eat chocolate, tuna's the best I can do. And do I have to sit some evenings and yowl monotonously to get Someone to pay attention and give it to me? Don't even ask. But I am a good cat. I have never bitten either one of them. It's not feminine. But don't push me.
[image: Sheba putting her paw down on the kitchen table.]
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