The Chain Of Office

I felt like a truly honored guest just after midnight when Fred draped himself around my neck for the first time. I believe it's because he knows me well by now, and he trusts me. He didn't do it during my last visit and he waited over a month this time.

I'm proud to wear Fred like one of those heavy golden chains of office worn by a chamberlain or mayor back in the 15th Century. By dripping over me like a bar of melted butter, he conveys the grave responsibilities I now carry:

To be his friend.
To always speak lovingly of him.
To take flattering pictures of him and distribute them widely.
To feed and obey him.