Sonya was the lady of the house. She walked with her head up, tail up and never confronted anyone, or any other cat or kitten except when they made their first foray onto her personal chair.
She always insisted that she wear a red velvet bow around her neck.
If I forgot to put it on in the morning -- she wasn't allowed to wear it at night -- she would be persistent.
Her eyes would met mine with one of those feline glares that said, I had so hoped you'd be more intelligent than this, but perhaps I was wrong about you, human.
Then she would find the ribbon, drag it off the table and present it to me. I was quick to comply. It would never do to seem too ignorant.
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