Every night my hands disappear and are replaced by soft paws.
My parents think I'm some sort of magician. They keep tying me up in straitjackets. I can get my hands out of the one they use at night, so they don't even bother trying that anymore. The one in the car is trickier.
Daddy refuses to feed me even though he has the same magical buttons that Mommy has.
The furry creature that lives with us must be the queen. She never has to work, gets fed all the time, and Mommy and Daddy are always trying to make sure she is happy.
I love listening to the birds and try to make sure I get to hear them as soon as they wake up just before 4 AM. The past couple of days I had to settle for their encore performance at 5 AM.
On Sundays we go to my fan club. Everyone clapped the first time I went and after all of the singing and talking people line up to admire me. Mommy said the name of my fan club is Church.
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