I’m tired of Tig getting all the publicity around here. Just because he poses for more photos than I do doesn’t mean that he gets to be the Number One Cat. Okay, so he’s the alpha, but that’s still not a one. It’s a letter, right? In a human thing?
It’s my turn, and I’m taking over the blog. Stupid Tig can’t type. But I can. I watched my mommy very carefully when she thought I was sleeping.
It’s my turn.
I’m prettier than Tig, and smarter, and much slimmer. So stop drooling over that big dope and pay some attention to me.
Cats don’t have alphas. Only pack animals do.
Yeah? So what do you call the top cat then, huh? Huh, Mr. Smart Guy?
No treats for you.
I don’t like you. You’re mean to me.
Say good night, Gracie.
Oh, gorgeous Gracie, I would love to pay some attention to you.
She looks like she’s saying, “Come up and see me some time.”