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Insights of a Royal Cat - by Belle

Outrageous

I am the Queen of the house. Everyone here seems to have forgotten this since the little rascal came along.
It's not my fault that we cannot have food availible all the time because of my not gracious and chubby sister. SHE should be locked in a room with no food and I should be allowed to walk freely in my domains. But, oh, no, that's not what the humans decided. My sisters and I have a last meal before bed time and then, slam, the door to the humans' bedroom is closed. Of course, if it weren't closed I would wake them up constantly asking for food, but that's what Mom and DEd are here for anyways.
But things are different now because I KNOW that inside that very room there IS food availible all the time, not only that, but something much better than what I normally get. And it's all for the little brat, who gets the food and to sleep with Mom and DEd.
So, everynight, I bang and scratch and jump on the handle to get in as is my right. Mom puts chairs, stools and beanbags in front to the door so that I cannot get to it, as if I weren't the mischievous machiavellic genious that I am. Obviously nothing has worked. But since last night DEd has come up with the most evil thing not even I could have anticipated: the water spray. YOU DO NOT SPRAY A QUEEN. If I, Belle, choose to have all the doors open, so be it. If I want to eat baby food, so be it. If I want it in the middle of the night and have to tear down the closed door to the room, so be it!! I AM THE QUEEN AND I SHALL PREVAIL.

Orange Mouse

It's finally gone - that nasty orange mouse with the green ears. I've been trying to destroy it for some months but now I see no hope of it coming back - the string is all chewed up, one ear's gone, the plastic core is full of bite marks, yep, it's all over for him.
Now, I saw mommy bringing 2 packs from England as a present, so there must be another one around in the house somewhere.... I'll start checking cupboards today.

Orange Hammock

Oh great. Mom and Ded (that's how we enjoy calling him, Dad+Ed) have just got back from the beach and they bought a new hammock. It's orange and it's much bigger than the previous one. I just love sleeping under it, nobody can see me there because of the fringes. My therapist said it's something to do with feeling protected. Anyways, that's it. I'm bored with writing now. Adieu.