The feline ambassador graciously thanks you for her new seat. She finds the core plush, the dimensions ideal, and deigned to give the cover a test scratch within thirty seconds of the package's opening, upon which she found it to be both supple and bracing.

As for the contents of the seat, only a human degenerate could possibly entertain such a thought.

The ambassador awaits the day the humans attempt a retrieval.

The ambassador laughs.

(No, but seriously, thank you. I've been wanting to read City of God for a while yet. Though it seems like I'm going to have to take it to school with me first.)