It's Mocking Me

Cats. What can be said about them? More specifically, what can be said about the tabby that stares at me all day from the safety of the patio...where it knows I can't reach it? It teases me. Torments me even! It walks back and forth in front of the patio doors, swishing its tail and staring at me with a smile upon its vile feline lips. Nothing stands between me and that meal on four paws but a pane of glass and it knows it.

I must get my revenge in subtle ways. Apparently, jumping up on the glass scratching and barking my little head off gets me yelled at. (What does the word "no" mean anyway? I don't get it.) Of couse the jumping and the barking does nothing to thwart my furry nemesis. It continues to stroll casually by, looking over its shoulder and twitching its tail just before it moves on secure that I can't get to it.

But last night...last night I got some measure of revenge. It was strolling by, looking in, peeking to get a glimpse of me. Unbeknownst to it I was hiding behind the chair. *impish giggle* It stopped. Sat down. Put its nose up to the glass hoping to see me charge out, bark and get yelled at. I waited patiently. Then, just as it leaned down to lick its paw, I jumped out from behind the chair!! "BARK BARK BARK!!!" It jumped up and landed in Mommy Peasant's flowers, scared out of its feline wits!

Ha ha! My royal dignity has been restored. The kingdom is now as it should be...until next time.

Your Royal Highness, Princess

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