I miss my chair.


Once upon a time, I had a chair.  It was a comfortable chair.  It sat next to the door.  And I sat in it.  And I lay in it.  And I slept in it.  All day.  As I waited for my humans to come home to me.  And once they were home I would sit in it too.  And I would watch them.  And they would watch me.  And sometimes they would play with me.  And it made me very happy.  Then, I decided to claim it as only mine.  That way, my humans would not sit in it.  Because sometimes they would.  And that made me unhappy.  But when I did that, they took it away.  And that made me sad.  I never saw my chair again after that.  And I miss my chair very much.



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