Pandora likes to sleep on Harriet’s blankets when Harriet’s not looking. It pisses Harriet right the hell off, though. She’s jealous, and can’t stand it when the cat usurps her spot, even when she’s not using her spot at the time of the usurpation. The nice thing, I suppose, about being an old cat is that you just don’t care. You sleep wherever you want, whenever you want, and you ignore anydog who tries to bossypants you into doing otherwise.
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