Here’s my story …
 

I’m a Sphynx cat, a hairless cat. Of course, my bread was named after the Great Sphinx of Giza (In Eqypt) which was generally believed to have been built around the year 2,550 BC to represent the pharaoh Khafre.

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You see we’re like Ancient Egyptian Royalty and as such we should act like, and be treated like, pharaohs!

So here it goes my human family and I’ll make my demands as simple as possible …

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I will do whatever I want, whenever I want, and I do not want to hear a word of complaint from you.

If I want to jump onto your bed, causing you to spill a cup of hot tea over yourself, then that’s exactly what I’ll do.

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If I want to jump back off the bed again, as soon as you’ve cleaned yourself up and started trying to pet me, then you better believe I’ll do that as well.

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If I want to hide underneath your bed, totally out of sight, for an entire day, before suddenly shooting out when you’re least expecting it and scaring you half to death, then that’s how things are gonna go down.

If I want to wait until you’ve fallen asleep, sneak across your pillows, and curl up on top of your head, then you’re gonna have to lie there and like it.

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And if I want to go out for a prowl in the middle of the night and wake you up in the process, then guess what? Looks like you’ll be going into work tomorrow with bloodshot eyes and a giant mug of coffee.

You got all that? Remember I’m Ancient Egyptian Royalty.

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What, wait… where are we… you’re not really gonna lock me out of the bedroom, are you? Come on, you’re telling me you thought I was being serious just now? I was just kidding about the pharaoh stuff. We all know my breed was engineered in the 1960’s in Canada.  Let’s all just calm down and talk this—no, don’t close that door! Please, please don’t—

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DANG!!

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