I, Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges, hereby decree that the humans are forbidden from building a wall to keep me off the cat’s couch bed!
Me: How about this? I hereby decree that you are forbidden from jumping on the cat’s bed again!
Stella: Are you a queen? If you are not an official queen, you are not authorized to issue any decrees.
And who jumped on the cat? When did this happen?
Me: Stella, you know what you did.
Stella: She teased me. She mocked me with her little meowy voice.
Me: I was right there. I heard no teasing.
Stella: Yeah, well, I think your hearing is not as sharp as it used to be. You seem tuned out to cat noises.
Me: I saw you staring at her and you ignored me when I called you. What you were planning was written all over your face.
Stella: What? Who’s been writing on my face?
Me: Before I could move to block you, up you went on the couch, standing over poor ole Moon, freaking her out of her cat mind…
Stella: Not hard to do. She’s too sensitive. I didn’t even drool on her. This time.
Me: And then you struck that pose that looked like you had just conquered Everest.
Stella: Everest? Is that another cat?
Me: No, it’s a big mountain. And yes, I am building a barrier so you can’t access the cat’s bed. Ever since you did that, the cat has been sticking to all her highest places.
Stella: Like Everest? That’s all right. I can learn to mountain climb. Go ahead and build your wall, Lady Human. If I can climb a mountain, I can climb a wall.
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