Cats...

Ah, the beauty and wonder of those critters! Well, currently, my cat's "I am the queen of the world and have decided to grace you with my presence" attitude has become a "I may be a kind a gracious queen of the world, but you don't really expect me to take you seriously after this" attitude.

See, Tilly, the dog, ate the last bit of cat food in the whole house. Samantha is hungry. She won't shut up and leave me alone. So I stuck dog food in her dish. Now, she will eat dog food out of the dog dish, but she gave me this *LOOK* when I put it in her dish. So now she's meowing all over the place, purring and rubbing up against me to get me to feed her "proper" food. But, no, I can't even have a cat with a normal meow. She's mute or something. Sam has this squeaky, high-pitched meow that really freaks people out who aren't familiar with it. "What the heck was that noise?" "The cat." "That was a CAT?" It sounds like a squeaky door. Really. I'm not exaggerating.

Sun"lucky to be a cat servant--at least, Sam thinks so"dragyn.