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With a screech of horror, Cheoah threw herself into a fullscale princess pout. What could possibly be the cause of such emotional distress?
Busily working in his study, Hu-Dad jumped at the sound of Cheoah protesting loudly. He scrambled to the den and found Cheesewhiz staring at her favorite ottoman, her prime afternoon napping spot. Was it a bug? A larger creature? Some horrible infestation?
Not exactly. Someone had dared to lay a shirt across the ottoman. A shirt! On HER ottoman! Blocking her napping path!
With the shirt removed, Cheoah mounted her ottoman throne and prepared for her afternoon nap. Crisis has been averted.
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