Untouchable Perfection

Take off my bow? Absolutely out of the question! That audacity required an immediate demonstration of pure authority. I planted my feet right on top of the velvet cushion, reached straight up with both paws, and gave each side of my magnificent pink polka-dot bow a fierce, defiant tug to fluff it twice as wide. To make my point unmistakably clear, I marched over to the armrest, grabbed a shiny brass binder clip left beside a notebook, and clamped it firmly right beneath the ribbon knot as extra defensive armor. I tapped my wand hard against the metal clip—clink! Pristine. Iconic. Entirely untouchable.