Here we all are, stackable cats, notice that I am now Bottom Cat, Faith is Middle Cat & Lillibet is Top Cat. This is how it has been for awhile now, the Chocolate LilliLongLegs has taken over the Pride and I seem to be at the bottom of the pecking order for now....
I have had special rights, sleeping in Momma's bed whilst ManSlave was sleeping in the Kitten Room, with no one! He wanted some peace and Momma been busy on the PC until late. Well, last night, I fancied sleeping in with ManSlave and wouldn't leave the bed... he let me! Yes, under the paw finally ManSlave - I am TopCat! ::blowing rasberries::
Well, it only lasted a few hours as the 'CatWomen' were screaming for a BoyCat or two in the kitchen, right below the kitten room at 4.30am. They wouldn't shut up, nor would they stop swinging on the door handle and pressing their faces to the gap under the door... they were just frantic to escape and get to me, the hunk of a cat. But I was glad to be away from their attentions. I started to drift back to sleep, dreaming of the stud muffin I am, when I felt a drifting feeling, a bit like euphoria, but then I realised I was being carried. Carried... I woke up quick smart and started YAWPING... Early Noms I yelled, ManSlave is bent to my will and he is carrying me to my breakfast dishy!
Oh how wrong can a guy be? He was not treating me to early Noms, but throwing me to the Pride of hungry women in the kitchen, the marauding CatWomen who were waiting to tear me limb from limb, he sacrificed me, that ManSlave, sacrificed me for his own peace and sleep! How could he? I have gone from hero to zero in one push through the door, I am nothing but a play thing and a tool for that ManSlave to use as he pleases... But like I do, I THWAKKED those little biatches into shape and made them kowtow to me, I bit them and made them scream and then they were putty in my paws. I think I will be more choosy where I sleep in future.
KS =^..^=