I pity the lack of intelligence in the beast they call Nanook dog. She sits at the window pining away for MY mommy. Clearly she does not understand that mommy will always come back. She has no choice. She belongs to me. She obeys my will. Besides, she has to continue to rain food down from the heavens as tribute.
The sun blazed down in a fire of glory the day that I was born. Birds sang out, pledging the sacrifice of their young to sustain my brilliance. The divine ruler laid the crown of catnip on my brow ordaining my right to rule over my lessers.
Mommy keeps taking Mr. Crumpet into the bathroom with the shower on. The steam is making my fur damp. What is the point of this strange exercise.
She came home. Apparently she was out, at this thing called “work”. The husband does not worship me in the same way. She must stay home and give me her undivided attention. #catproblems #QueenBear