Hmph!

Darn cat.

Don't get me wrong, I love cats. Even Miki, even though he pops me on the muzzle every time I get close to him. Hey, he's got personal space, I get that. But now he's just gone too far.

He's in my spot.

I like to sit backwards on the couch and watch out the window. Mom's usually next to me, and an occasional nose poke reminds her to scritch. It's the best place in the world--comfy, close to Mom, and watching the world go by. The couch is just the right height that I can rest my chin on the back cushion and just relax from my duties as Princess.

But today, Miki is laying in my chin spot. He's not even looking out the window--he's just sleeping! He can sleep anywhere! So why does he have to be in my spot? I can't make him move, or Mom will yell...and he'll slap my face a lot before he moves. I told Mom he was in my way, but once she figured out what I wanted (sometimes Mom's a little slow), she laughed at me (at me!) and said she wasn't going to move him! No matter how hard I argued, she kept saying no.

What's a girl to do? Nothing but pout. So here I sit, sulking on the floor, refusing to look at Mom (the traitor) or that darn cat. Hmph!

-Ginny, Hooligan Princess