|The bed is all mine!|
Mum says that for Christmas I ought to try to be nice to my "little sister" Fanta. Little? Have you seen the size of her? She's at least five times my size.
Anyway, I've decided to try to be nice, as long as Fanta follows certain rules.
Rule one is the bed is all mine. She should stop sleeping up on Mum's bed, it always used to be mine, and there's no room for a dog in it. There's no room for Mum in it, either, come to think of it.
Rule two is to keep her cold, wet, nose out of my personal space. She should especially keep it out of my very personal space.
Rule three is she should not lick me again. Getting dog slobber out of my beautiful hair is a horrible job.
Rule four, she should distract the humans while I run away on flea and tick spraying day.
|The humans are supposed to be mine, too.|
She does not get first choice of humans.
Well, if she learns to follow all of my rules, and any others I think of between now and Christmas, I will try to be nice to her for Christmas, just for that one day, of course, not for Christmas Eve or Boxing Day. That's far too much to expect.
Until next time we meet in the Bloggosphere,
Mr Bumpy Cat,
very gracious and accommodating
Supreme Feline Overlord.