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.
While comfortably lounging in my recent conquest, I have had much time to contemplate the most recent additions to my kingdom. These “fosters” are quite unlike the fosters before. They are not riddled with the plague. They have not come and gone in a timely manner either. No, instead the noises coming from the room have steadily grown from pathetic, high pitched mewls to the loud rumble tumble of little feet.
They arrived six weeks ago. Two carriers holding, what I believed were two cats. Except I heard mommy say there were three more, tucked beneath their Mommy’s protective paws.
For the first month, we heard very little. The kits grew from newborns, gaining strength each and every day. They’re fuzzy and indistinct but maybe Just maybe I might be starting to like the furry little fuz balls. As long as they stay out of my reach.
Mother has decided to take a break from fostering cats. Or so she claims. The three infants have stolen the land of the bathroom from myself and my peasants. They are still sneezing. They need “additional care”. The villainous fiends are up all night running around, knocking down MY possessions, rubbing themselves on MY human.
But that is not the real problem. The cats understand that I, Bear Belefante Farrell-Decker, as their rightful Queen and savior. The newest “foster” does not have the mental ability to understand my divine worth. The new foster, the new intruder, is a demon sent straight from hell. The new foster is …. dog.