by NIAYA

Eat, sleep, repeat.
Eat, sleep, repeat.
Eat, sleep, repeat.

That’s all I’ve ever done!

I wake up and my human makes me food. I eat, then I sleep. Over & over & over again.

I wear a sparkly collar with a name tag saying “Mrs. Mittens” and a little soft bed that has my name on it again. And on the human’s license plate, and also a bumper sticker saying “I heart cats,” or “I love Mrs. Mittens.”

Eat, sleep, repeat.
Eat, sleep, repeat.
Eat, sleep, repeat.

I am the center of my human’s attention. This is basically heaven. I see most filthy, barbaric, underprivileged cats outside the building always begging me to come inside and eat, sleep, repeat. They want me to take a job, NO! I am the queen. The center of attention. Her adorable, perfect Mrs. Mittens.

Until…he! arrived. That flea bag of a K-9, that over energetic, slobbery, playful dog they called Blu Cinnamon. His dirty, brown coat is nothing compared to my elegant, soft, fuzzy one.

My time to eat, sleep, repeat has now turned into SHARE eat and SHARE sleep!

Fighting doesn’t help! He thinks I’m “playing.” Just to get him away from me I have to throw a yellow ball faaaar away from me, but even then he still comes back.

Once the human and the filthy thing were going out for pizza, so I decided to tear up the couch and the bed! Ha! Ha! I am the queen! I am the center of attention. Eat, sleep, repeat. My job! Me! The “I love cats” changed to “Puppy lover.” Eat, sleep, repeat. No! Not anymore. Now it’s be annoyed, play and scream!

 

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