The old homemade quilt my Grandmother made had been washed and dried. I was folding it when Bob must have had a case of the big britches and leaped onto it like it was a toy on a string. As you can see he once again claimed ownership of anything new a room. He also must have felt the need to show the old quilt who is boss because he beat it up best he could. That is not a kind look on his face. I dropped the part I was folding over the top of him which made everything much worse!
After he believed he had won out. He took himself a nice long nap atop it on the floor. Needless to say it did not get folded for some time. He rules. We should all be content with such small takeovers.
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