Ruby here, staying once again in the luxurious boudoir upstairs away from others I can say with all certainty I will never be made to befriend. When the lady I’m supposed to call Mom asks me to be nice to those other cats, I just look at her and ask why?
“Because I said so,” is not an acceptable answer, human lady.
Last week, I was feeling a little…finicky and thought about that great cat tower I discovered a couple of weeks ago. Yeah, it could use a good scratching. So someone, I didn’t pay much attention to who it was, opened the door and I
raced sauntered out and made my way to that tower and really let it have a piece of my mind.
Then I got a whiff of something that brought me to my senses! Wait a minute! I’m out of that great room I like so much! And so, I sat back at the door and looking over my shoulder with the most pitiful look I could muster, I emitted small sounds that luckily, the human lady has a sensitive ear for. And she let me back in.
Heh, I have those humans so wrapped around my paw.