My humans tell me they have entered my photo in a contest in the local newspaper, the Herkimer Evening Telegram. They are waiting to see if I made the first cut. I remember the day they took that picture. I was sleeping (what else?) in a chair when they rudely w0ke me up. They covered the chair with a sheet and put me back in place. It was nice and cool. Then they opened a book and put it infront of me and took my picture--over and over again. Finally, they were satisfied and took the book away. Then they took the sheet! I was beginning to like that sheet! Anyway, now they are waiting to see if I'll be in the contest. I'm not sure if I want to be that famous. Will it interrupt my naps?
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