I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. It is past time that I, as Queen, set the rule for cat chasing in this house.
Me: Because of what happened this morning?
Stella: What happened this morning?
Me: Oh, come on! Miss Sweetie took off after the cat who forgot to stay clear of bulldogs during breakfast and Sweetie caught her which has hardly ever happened in our history.
Stella: Oh, yeah! That was awesome! Good job, Sweetie.
Me: No, not good, but at least the cat was not hurt and really didn’t seem that upset. Right, Moon?
MoonCat: Meow. Bulldog wet mouth messed up my hair.
Tiger: I liked it.
Wiggles: I thought it was exciting.
Me: Yeah, I saw you get in on it, too.
Doodlebug: Why didn’t I get to participate?
Me: You were too busy with breakfast.
Miss Sweetie: I thought I did a good job.
Stella: You did, Sweetie. But there are still rules. Number One: No cat chasing before lunch.
Stella: It’s bad for the digestion. Number Two: As Queen, I give the order for cat chasing.
Miss Sweetie: I thought it was always okay to chase the cat, Aunt Stella.
Stella: No, that’s just what we told the cat. Number Three: Never catch the cat. Chase only.
Miss Sweetie: But why?
Stella: Because you are young and MoonCat is a lot older. It’s simply not sporting.
Tiger: What’s sport got to do with it? She looked pretty spry to me. Those dragon claws of hers sure came out quick.
Wiggles: Yeah, and she was yelling her cat war cry. It was cool!
Stella: And Lady Human had to pull Sweetie off her and Sweetie, you did not get your treat for going outside without rampaging.
Miss Sweetie: Oh. Yeah. No treat.
Stella: Was catching the cat worth the loss of a treat?
Miss Sweetie: No, not really.
Stella: Case made. Orders issued.
Me: Do you think that will work?
Me: Why not?
Stella: Bulldogs. Cat. Isn’t it obvious?
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