Abby and her Dom, Dmitry, have a standing agreement that on Tuesdays, Abby is his kitten. There are certain rules Abby isn't to break: she is only allowed to crawl, she must eat from pet dishes, and on no account is she to get on the furniture—on pain of a good caning!
Of course, kittens aren't very good at following rules...
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