I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Miss Sweetie: I demand justice.
Stella: Okay, sure thing. What’s the problem?
Me: What is the problem? I heard the grumbling all over the house.
Miss Sweetie: That was not grumbling. I do not grumble.
Me: Well, it was long and unending and was not barking.
Miss Sweetie: Lady Human, she is in my chair!
Me: You mean the cat? Moon?
Miss Sweetie: Look! Get out of my chair, cat!
Moon Cat: Meow.
Stella: Typical.
Me: That is not your chair, Sweetie. It is a human’s chair. Why can’t Moon use it once in a while? The only time you use it is when you are rampaging.
Miss Sweetie: My chair! Mine! Mine! Mine!
Me: Stop. Why can’t you share? Moon even uses my chair every so often.
Miss Sweetie: And that’s why you have cat hair all over your clothes and why you smell like a cat. Who wants that?
Me: Moon, be so kind as to move off the chair.
Moon Cat: Why?
Me: To keep the peace.
Moon Cat: Why?
Me: Because I want to have a peaceful night.
Moon Cat: With a houseful of bulldogs? Not my business.
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