When I wake up in the morning, I stand on the non-furries and demand my breakfast. I don't understand why it's my job to wake up the help, but what can you do.
Then I go downstairs and wait for breakfast to be served. You just can't good help anymore - they insist on serving me food in some sort of container on the floor. And I don't get to eat first, as is my right at Feline Royalty. Those wretched other felines eat from the same area! It is difficult to bear this.
I take out my revenge on the other felines often, especially the small and weak white one. She is useful to me - I can keep my hunting skills sharp by practicing on her.
Then I like to take a bit of a lie down. Who doesn't appreciate a good stretch?
Later I get up and see what other ruling I need to do. Here I'm telling one of the dumb non-furries to get the &%^)? out of my hiding cave.
Ruling tires me out. So it's time for another
|I am so handsome. You may kiss my paw.|
Please tell the non-furries to bring me more food. I'll be down in a minuzzzzzzzzzzz.