Well really, I had had a picture of myself to look at in my cage so that I could see how beautiful I am. The thing that had been beautiful had been my stripes, and my whiskers and the way I had snow white paws and a spotted foot. I had liked my picture, but then had thought that it would be a good thing if Chuck had it in her cage, because she had known that I had been in charge of her because I had been better.
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