From the Mouths of Cats

I've been stuck on this bar for the past two weeks.

Here I am, running the household, making sure I get love, food, brushed, and Charlie obeys my every whim, when suddenly they bring in this twenty pound orange fluffball that runs faster, jumps higher and barks more than two Charlies.

Bah.

I hate this dog.

Whenever I move, I'm chased and barked, well squeaked, at.

Yeah, I still have food, water and other basic amenities, and the people still come and cowtow to me when they get the chance, but it's not the same. I want to be queen again.

I keep getting told to smack him once really good and he'll leave me alone, but he's not that much bigger than I am. I don't want to hurt him by using my claws!

I'm sick of this. Next time they're let out I'll sneak over and sit on the lady person's lap.

Ahhh... This is niiiiice. Being loved. And not on that hard bar with no company. I could get used to this agai- Hey, where are you going? No! Don't let them in again!

Grrr. Why'd you do that? I don't want to go back. You know what? I'm not going to. I'll show him.

LEAVE ME ALONE!

Stop squeaking and just go sleep somewhere.

*glare*

Wait.... 

It worked? 

I can stay here without the threat of being eaten?

This just might work out..... For today anyway.