I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. The cat is a rude, loud mouth and must be ignored. Always.
Me: What’s this about?
Stella: Rude. Loud. Mouth. You can’t tell me that you didn’t hear her. Meow. Meow. Meow. Typical.
Me: It means something to her.
Stella: She lays up there on top of the big chair, looking down on us from her high perch like she’s all that and a bag of bulldog treats, and she starts making these remarks and I know that she is picking on us and putting us down.
Me: Maybe she’s saying, ‘Hello!’
Stella: She sees us every day, Lady Human. Why would she say ‘hello’?
Me: I doubt she’s insulting you.
Stella: She’s a cat! Why do you think humans call spiteful comments ‘catty’?
Me: You know about that?
Stella: I know a lot of things, Lady Human. You would be surprised.
Me: I already am, Stella.
Stella: There is no other choice. I must work on a dog/cat dictionary for the benefit of human and dog kind.
Me: How are you going to accomplish that?
Stella: Very carefully. And from a safe distance.
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