The Kitty Tails: A Cat's Blog
So there I was, just laying on the floor, why? Because I own
the whole house! That's why. So my slave is walking around
making these paw-awful melodies in his own language. I think
he's doing what human peons call, singing... awful ruckus! If my
whiskers could cover my precious ears I'd make it so! Anyway, he
comes around the corner and stares at me. So what did I do? Why
stare back of course! I'm like: What...
He then proceeds to utter some inaudible words, so I just lick my
precious fore-paw and go right laying back down. Guess what
happened next? He sighed at me! Like, seriously dude? It's MY
house! And you're nothing but my human slave! Bless my whiskers
that I had the strength and the will to hold back from extending
my razor sharp claws and showing him a thing or two! He
eventually got the message that THIS was MY domain and he walked
Well, that wasn't enough for me. I had to mess with him. So
what did I do? I take my fury self and made my presence known!
Wherever he walked, I made sure I dashed forward, get in front of
him, and plop myself down on the soft carpet. BAM! Take that
human slave! Now who's boss?
Of course, all he does is sigh, utter some meaningless words, and
move around me. Of course, because I'm the Empress... and you
just wait human, til the Feline Revolution comes around the
corner and I have dominion over this world! Come my fellow paw
pals, let us begin the revolution! ... not yet though...
I think it's about time the world sees who their next Empress is going to be!