I have a throne. It is a lovely throne. It is quiet. The temperature is always just right. Most importantly, it is the perfect spot to look down and judge the human and my other minions. It is also where I muse about life and come up with the blog posts.
Then one day, BAM.
Hanabi I hope you know this is war. Buahaha take that. I will claim what has always been rightfully mine!
That’s right. Now scram!
And don’t even think about coming back.
The human decides that it’s not very “nice” of me to claim the throne back, and yells at me. Hana, emboldened by the misguided human, went back on my throne when I wasn’t looking.
Now she’s taunting me and my inferior spot.
This must truly be hell.
My cats, like most cats, are creepers. They HAVE to be in the bathroom and watch my every move while I shower. I have up and put some old towels and cushions on my mostly empty rack so they can get comfy while being creepers. I started noticing this strange power struggle they have going on there fighting for the top spot. Whoever ends up in the lower tier always look super miserable.