I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Hello! I am so proud of my boy, Doodlebug, that even though he is not my son, I am adopting him as my son and the heir to my cat-chasing, cat-tackling legacy.
Doodlebug: So now I have 2 moms?
Stella: Yes. No. Yes. Maybe.
Doodlebug: Since you are the Queen and I am now your son, does that mean that I am the King?
Doodlebug: The Prince?
Stella: Because of your great feat yesterday, you are our champion cat chaser, cat tackler, cat…
Stella: No, Doodle! Hush! Ugly talk!
Me: Stella! Doodlebug is a free-style cat chaser. Not everybody chases cats in the same way. In fact, before yesterday, I had never seen Doodle put any effort into chasing the cat at all.
Stella: Yeah, and then all of a sudden, he was a natural. I am so proud. He charged around and saw the cat sleeping in your chair. Sleeping in YOUR chair! Where is your self-respect, Lady Human? Allowing a cat to sleep in your personal space? Really?
Me: And, all of a sudden, Doodlebug was on top of the cat, completely covering her with his big old Doodlebug body. And she didn’t scratch him or bite him or hiss at him.
Stella: A tactical error on her part.
Me: He eased back, and she scooted away.
Doodlebug: Cats are soft.
Doodlebug: Cats are cuddly and huggable.
Stella: Doodle, stop!
Doodlebug: Cats are our friends.
Stella: Noooo! Heresy! You are a bulldog!
Me: Well, Moon the Cat is none the worse for wear.
Stella: Awww! The cat is not afraid of bulldogs! The world has changed! All is lost! Oh, well. There’s always tomorrow.
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