Tom is here with me right now. He always knows when I begin work on the computer and under-stands that I cannot accomplish anything at all without his presence. He is usually right on the desktop with me, but at this moment is on the floor at my feet.
I have a little story about why Tom is king of the cats. Once upon a time a a man sat by the fireplace in his cabin watching the fire die to embers. He relaxed in the warm darkness half asleep with his faithful cat in his lap. As the last red ember fades out, his cat leapt off his lap and announced,
"I am King of the Cats.
Tom is his successor, announcing his presence, giving his orders, checking out the land in the morning, surveying the wildlife through the windows, and sharing his affection with me as his mistress. I also add this. He is the greatest appreciator of luxury he could be. He is fair to the utmost about the luxuries of this domain. He makes sure he gives his full attention to every piece of furniture that exists in this house.
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