I am Stella, the Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges, here to share my royal thoughts with you again.
Me: Royal thoughts? Really? Is that what they are?
Stella: I am a queen, thus my thoughts are royal. Do you envy me?
Me: No, I’m fine with being a human commoner.
Stella: Why were you letting the cat sit on your head today?
Me: What are you talking about? The cat did not sit on my head today or any other day.
Stella: I saw her. You were wearing her like a hat.
Me: No, no, no. She was lying down on the top of my easy chair above my head. From where you sat, it probably looked as though she was on top of my head, but I do not wear cats as hats.
Stella: She thought she was your hat. I saw her slap your face with her tail more than once.
Me: That was funny.
Stella: Cats are never funny. Odd. Weird. Catlike. Sinister. But never funny. I would not let a cat slap me in the face with her tail, not even once. They get ideas. What if she decided she belonged there? What if she decided that she lived there?They think they are in charge of things. No cat would ever dare to be in charge of a bulldog, I tell you what.
Me: I have no doubt, Stella.
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