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Write a fictional story written from the perspective of a house cat who leads a luxurious life. The cat wakes up every morning to find its meals prepared and enjoys taking long baths. After a nap, the cat is presented with expensive snacks and gifts. The cat's subjects also groom and clean it. The cat then retires to its throne room for some alone time and observes its kingdom below. The chapter ends with the cat lamenting the burden of being a house cat, but it is clear that it enjoys the life of luxury it leads.
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Every morning, without fail, I wake up to find my meals prepared for me. There have been rare occasions where that wasn’t the case, but after a stern reminder to my subjects, the problem was resolved.
When I have eaten, I enjoy taking long baths. There’s something so calming and yet refreshing about a bath before starting my day. When I’m clean, I begin feeling sluggish from the bath and decide to take a nap while the sun hangs lazily in the sky.
After my nap, my subjects present me with expensive, exotic snacks. I oblige them by eating them for you see, they get quite happy seeing me enjoy the fruits of their labor. When that is done, I am presented with gifts. Not every day, of course; but as soon as they see me tired from the last one, a new, wrapped parcel is brought to me. I examine the wrapping – yes, high-quality materials, every time. Some days my subjects remind me I must be groomed, for which all manner of tools and instruments are imported into the kingdom, for I am quite picky about what touches my skin. I let them brush and clean me, for seeing their liege looking impeccable is my great mercy upon them.
After showering so much attention on my subjects, I retire to my throne room for some alone time. I might take another long bath to relax my tired limbs, or I might settle for another well-deserved nap. I lie upon my bed sometimes, observing my kingdom below. Sometimes my subjects pass by my throne room and interrupt my musings with words like, “Aw Fluffy sure likes his cat tree,” for which I strike them for their insolence.
It is a tough life, but someone must live it. Ah, the burden of being a house cat!