I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges…
Tiger: Stop right there! I never agreed to that. You just go around saying it as though it is true.
Stella: It is true. I said it a long time ago and no other queens showed up so it’s true. So there!
Tiger: Lady Human, I want to be queen! Please, please, please!
Me: Oh, no! You are not dragging me into an internal bulldog political issue. I’ll just stand on the sidelines, thank you very much.
Tiger: But she is so annoying. Always prissing around. Do you see how she stands in the middle of the room and won’t go out until you scratch her and pat her rear end three times?
Me: Yes, I’m the one she expects that from. I don’t even remember how that got started.
Stella; You can’t be queen, Tiger. You don’t get along with Wiggles or me. You only get along with Moon Cat and there is something very wrong about that picture, if you ask me.
Me: Oh, look at the time. Politics have ended for the day.
Tiger: Okay, I guess. Do humans end politics at this time of day?
Me: The smart ones do.
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