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Who's queen

August 25th 2006 10:51 am
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I'm sure that the cow cat is growing to fear me. My domination of the household may soon be complete.

I play with the cow these days. More for my amusement at seeing him cower submissively--even if in play--than to give him any idea that I like him. Even though we play, I think the big, dumb brute is afraid that at any moment I will go from my kind, playful demenor to a raging hellcat--a stubby-tailed personification of the Egyptian goddess Bast the Devourer. What fun!

I have taken over ownership of the human's bed. I snuggle up with him at bedtime and before too long, I am comfortably stretched out in the center of the bed, while the biped is clinging onto an edge in danger of falling out. It's very nice, but I don't like that when he's asleep, he stops paying attention to me. I have to head-butt him and rub my cheeks against his hands in order to wake him up and have him fawn over me. Who's queen, Mr. Peeple?

The cow is still ruining things each morning and I let him know my displeasure when we wind up getting fed just before we starve at 7:00 AM. The human once again ejected the cow--this time at 4:30 AM--because he kept fooling with things to attract the human's attention and we had to wait until late before he fed us. It's too bad that Kitty Cow doesn't have my sweetness. He can only rely on the nuisance factor for getting what he wants, meowing all the time, following the biped around, chewing the plants. Ha! I know I run things now. The peeple delights in my presence because I grace him with it only when I want, never when he wants. He can refuse me nothing. I may be half the size of Grendel the cow cat, but I'm twice the kitty!


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