On top of the mountain, I climb.
To see what I can see.
The view is amazing up here.
The climb was a little difficult.
It was squishy.
It moved and made strange noises.
Did I tickle you on the way up?
Did I step in places I shouldn’t have stepped?
Places that caused you pain?
Did my claws poke you?
Did I scratch you?
You’ll get no apology from me.
Only wet kisses.
The view is amazing from up here.
What?! Only 2 feet?
You moved.
How dare you.
Lay still.
Don’t breathe.
I need to climb more often.
The view is amazing from up here.
When was the last time you dusted?
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