November 10th 2009 6:47 am
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I have a lot of time on my paws... I'm mostly just resting, watching squirrels, or contemplating this weird *seam* in my tummy.
And it's come up in my thoughts more than once that "I must be the Boss here."
That Nuk tries to tell me, that that idea is just Torbutol induced delusions, but I know better.
I can present evidence to substantiate my claims.
When I first came here my nails were all trimmed by my shelter. It was because of me and my nails that a "nail trimming" policy was instituted for all kitties in the family. (There had never been such a policy in place prior to my arrival.)
If I am sitting on the computer chair, NO human will move me. Instead they will move the chair to aside of the table and get another one for themselves to sit on. (Even Nuk is not privileged to such deference.)
I have heard my humans say "What Sweets wants - Sweets gets."
At treats time, it is often I who procure the treats the whole family. It is my *tactics* that gain us treats.
In my recent imprisionment, I was given a different food to eat. This food followed me home and now because of me Nuk and Gabby must also eat this food.
Not only that... But now we all must eat only at certain times
Gone are the days of "eat whenever you want."
I ask you, gentle kitty friends... Who else but a Boss could effect such lasting household changes?!
How sweet it is - to be the boss!
That all sounds furry logical to me. Yup. I think you are the boss fur sure!
Mol...oh powerfurl one how ever do you do it. :)
:D you're the best boss - smart, good-looking, modest, fair, caring, friendly, short: a typical tricolor fortune cat...
we're born to rule.
You bees The BOSS!
Shiloh hugs Sweets and you are the bestest boss they could ever want! They should be proud to reside in YOUR household.
purrrrrrrrs to you big sisfur!