True ownership

Three...two...one... and there she is. A yes, my precious precious pet. There is nothing more important in my life then her. Except for purhaps me.

hes always right on time to. she knows what happens when shes not. I can hear her big metal thingy in the hard spot on my yard shutting off. Another four seconds, and shell be inside. And i will have my dinner. heh

but i must act like i dont want it. That is my special way. The more i do that the more she worries. the more she worries the more power i gain over her. she is such a devoted pet. Im very glad i adopted her. And i glad that we both make each other happy.

Oh her she is. "Meow, pur pur pur, rub rub" you have to hand it to her, her legs really do know how to be rubbed. she always wears the perfect material to get covered in fur. And it it always the color that best compliments me. I have her so well trained.

Yum yum you, dinner was very good i think. Now it is time to the adoration i deserve. for being such a kind owner. I always get to curl up wiht my pet, and she grooms me o so softly. i lurve it so.

she always makes these weird noises. On and on, with that weird rock by her head. Oh well, pets must be allowed their weirdness i guess. but this time, she talking about me. Well, i say me. Really its another owner shes talking about. she is really good friends with a male of her species, and his owner and i have agreed to ignore each other for our pets sake, though i must clean his sent of mine whenever she comes home from playmates.

but now, shes talking like the poor man is owned by his pet!!! how absurd. Pets can own people. We are to high up on the chain of being cool. And besides, i know the ture story. heh heh. bubbles is they kind of guy who likes to let his pets dream. and while i think dreaming that they are the owners is a little extreme, who am i to judge? its his pet after all.

OOO i love how mine is always so willing to carry me to bed. she dose everything for me. cleans up, feeds me, grooms me, though not very well, ill admit. And shes a nice pillow to lay on over night, though i have to keep a warning paw n her, in case she gets any ideas about leaving in the middle of the night.

Ahhh to be a cat. To have a pet human. There is nothing better in this, or any other of the 9 lives.

And to this strange new sect of pets, who think they really own their masters. I hear you hare no masters. To not have a master, is to not know what owner ship really is. go and find your self a master cat, and if they are kind enough to adopt you, be happy. for you will be happier whit a master then without.

aaaawwwwwwww, she got the itchy spot behind my head. excuse me, i have advanced purring to do.

"puuuuuuuurrrrrrrrr puuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrr"