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There'd always been trees to sharpen my claws on.

Sturdy, renewing bark. And if not, new trees were growing every day.

There were always creeks to drink out of and small running meat to fill my belly.

Imagine my shock when I one day opened my reborn eyes to find a world with no trees, aside from a potted fern.

And I was CHASTISED for sharpening my claws on this thing called a couch.

I am THE Cat Goddess, why shouldn't I?

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