I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. That’s all. I’ll just sit here.
Tiger: Hey, MoonCat is sitting the middle of the floor. Somebody needs to chase her.
Wiggles: Why don’t you do it?
Tiger: Nope.
Wiggles: Sweetie?
Miss Sweetie: Nope.
Wiggles: But you always…
Miss Sweetie: Nope. I am settled under the air conditioning unit. I am in my zone.
Wiggles: Doodlebug?
Doodlebug: Huh?
Wiggles: Cat chasing.
Doodlebug: Not now, thank you. That sounds like hot work. I am already hot enough.
Wiggles: Stella, you’re the queen. The cat is snooting around.
Stella: Nope. You do it.
Wiggles: Nope. Cat chasing. Heat. Bad idea. Those two things do not go together.
Stella: Royal decree number 1023: No cat chasing in the heat. I determine what cat chasing is and what heat is. The end. And don’t hog the A/C.
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