A great injustice has come to my attention lately due to a misunderstanding in my house. I am one of five siblings– it’s Brother Pooch, Sister Fairy, Sister Martian, Cat, and me. I get on pretty well with all of my siblings (as long as Brother Pooch, Sister Fairy, and Sister Martian remember to share their People Food) with the exception of Cat. We have never been able to hit it off very well. Most of the time we just ignore one another, but recently the tension has been building between us over some unfair house rules.
1. Cat can snack on my food and indulge in my water dish, but I am is not permitted to eat Cat’s food
Just because I eat four times as much does not mean that I have to share. Cat seriously needs to go on a diet, so it makes no sense that she gets to snack more.
2. Cat gets to go upstairs, but I have to stay downstairs and sleep in my dog bed at night.
Okay, so I guess I did have 48 hours of upstairs privileges when I first moved in. But I only knocked over a couple of trash cans and chewed a few shoes!
3. When Cat wants to sit on the furniture, my family pets her. When I sit on the furniture, I get into trouble.
So I drool a bit and my paws are muddy. Big deal! If I have to spend my afternoons on the carpet, then so should Cat.
It’s tough being a hound dog. Yes, there’s Cat, sitting on the sofa and watching me type this. I can’t help but laugh– she might have all the privileges around here, but I’m the only one who has managed to figure out Alpha Mom’s computer password!