I’m definitely a people feline. Most other cats would hide under the bed or keep to themselves around company, but I jump up and run to greet all visitors. Largely because I am trying to escape out of the door, however I am also excited to sniff someone else whom I may decide I like better and might save me from being stuck eternally living with HER. We don’t get that many visitors to the Palace, odd considering how luxurious it is, and by luxurious, I mean not at all luxurious. Recently I’ve made a new visitor friend. I think his name is strange man, but I call him Steve. Although it may be Jim? Or... Josh? Josh, sounds right. He’s been hanging around HER a lot lately. Boggles the mind. I’ve tried all morning to come up with a reason for it, since I have nothing better to do. Does she control all of the human food as well? I mean, what other reason could there be? I think he likes her, but I prefer to think he likes me more. Because who wouldn’t?I guess I kinda dig him, except for the fact that he sleeps in my spot in my bed. I’ve got him right where I want him. Despite being a self-proclaimed “dog person”, which was a huge scarlet letter, and really a terrible opening line when being introduced to me, he’s already been suckered into how damn adorable I am. He clearly sees how much SHE loves me (even though it’s not mutual), and now he’s stuck doing whatever I want if he wants to make her happy. I am playing him like a fiddle. When she yells at me, cool strange man says “aw he’s just playing” or “it’s okay leave him alone, he’s a good boy.” When she goes out of town, cool strange man comes to check on me and feeds me insane amounts of treats, never realizing it directly correlates to how much of my crap he’ll have to scoop out of my box. What a sucker, I love this guy! Maybe he’ll let me come live with him! And we can do manly men things, like sleep, and EAT... And I can lick his arm fur... And we can forget about HER... Bros over hos!
