Category: writing
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If my tail has graced it, if my fur has coated it, or if my soul has napped upon it—it’s mine. Should a human dare claim the throne (i.e., the warm laundry pile), they shall be judged silently from across the room… and then shunned until snack tribute is presented. The humans may desire “cuddles”…
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(currently dodging glitter and advice) I came to TxMaxx with a purpose. A rug. Something chic enough to say “I have taste” and durable enough to survive Chunk’s rampages. I had just entered the promised land—aisle 7, rugs as far as the eye could see—when I felt the gravitational pull of southern chaos: human form,…
