Princess Tigglewingle, siren of the seven seas

The cat, whose name was longer than most humans, sat with a smug smile on the plush white couch, her claws dug in the velour fabric; scratch, scratch, scratch.

Contentedly she purred, stretched and yawned.

The smile plastered on her face was as wide as all of Cheshire.

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