I am the proud owner of many, many fine blankets. The only one that I ever want, though, is the old one that is draped over the entrance to my submarine. Mama puts it there so that when I jump in and out of my cage, I don't get my pawses caught in the wires. Every day, I hope up onto my loft, and streeeeeeeetch out real long, and grab the blanket
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