I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, you had better come in here and see this.
Me: Uh-oh. That’s never good. What? Wiggles!
Me: Not again!
Wiggles: I was just standing here, minding my own business…
Stella: No, you weren’t. You were minding the cat’s litter box business.
Me: How did you even…we moved that furniture…those heavy wooden boxes…those shelves…
Wiggles: Where there is a will, there is a way. Isn’t that what the humans say?
Stella: She slid those shelves over just enough so she could enter the secret cat space.
Me: Smart. Annoying but smart. Now we are going to have to find something even more stout to stop this. Meanwhile…
Wiggles: Aw, no, don’t shut me out of my favorite room.
Me: You can go in my room. Until we figure this out, you can’t be loose in the cat box area without constant supervision.
Me: You pushed the limits one time too often.
Stella: Yes, Wiggles, if the humans need their furniture moved or the cat box cleaned, they will call someone.
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