Ordinarily, in this space just to the right of the Human's desk is my pawsome black-and-white pawprint hammick:
, attractive enough in its way, comfortable even, but Not My Hammick. I want it, dammit!
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P.S. There was a dinner guest last night, so guess what else has disappeared? Yep, you got it in one: My Soft Brown Blankie has vanished. How much can a Boy be expected to tolerate?