So Says The Queen

The Good Life

My first order of business is to let everyone know that I Am The Queen. All shall bow to me and do my bidding.

Mama says I behave like a cat. Frankly I find that insulting. Judicious petting, tummy rubs, and peanut butter biscuits might get her back in my good graces...

We (Mama, Daddy, and my sister Angel [Mama says she's my sister, but we don't look like we're related at all--and if we are, I certainly got all the brains in the family]) are currently living at Grandma and Grandpa's. Mama says this is to work on knocking out some debt while she's in grad school. I don't care why we're here, just that we are. I am surrounded by all my favorite people, I get the run of the yard, subjects to rule (Shadow, Maggie, and Bear--Grandma and Grandpa's dogs), walks when Mama can squeeze them in, and a nice cushy bed next to Grandpa's bed. This works out well as if I want to go out at 4 in the morning, Grandpa will let me. Mama or Daddy would have just said "Go back to sleep". I really do have Grandpa well trained. I get treats whenever I want them--biscuits and people food. I really SHOULD get all people food because, I'm a people damnit. But until my scientists finish working on the translators so that my people understand my langauage, I'm forced to use sign language (tapping the treat bucket with my paw) and soulful looks. Mama says I'm spoiled. It's not being spoiled if you are getting everything you rightfully deserve.

I'm off to see if I can't talk Grandpa or Daddy into playing ball.