Pussycat had never been one to stand on ceremony. When she arrived in heaven she was totally oblivious to protocol. If she wanted something she always presumed she would get it.
Thus in heaven when she felt sleepy she looked around for somewhere comfortable and curled up on a chair with a few cushions.
When God came to judge the batch of the latest human arrivals He found a cat curled up on His throne and He had to sit on an old plastic barstool. He didn’t mind permanently giving up His throne though because she was such a nice cat.
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