Alexa walked out of her den with her head held high and her fur nice and groomed. She trotted out eith a smug look on her face. There was no place she'd rather be then to be a Goddess. It was her dresm to be the one that the cats call the goddess even though her attitude was a little too much. She picked out a mouse from a pile and laid down on a two-leg blanket. Alexa began to eat, while making sure her fur stayed groomed.

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