|CatMom and Princess Buffy|
Of corse I'm mad at Timmy! I mean, dat's my right as the Princess Royale. Isn't it?
When he was lost I had my ryt to the throne guar-ant-eed. I had best snuggle spot in da left arm-pit of CatMom. And Queen Bambi had da ryte one.
Den da prodigal prince come bak home and I hafta let go of my in-hair-itance? What? I don't think so, bruther!
Okay! Okay! Well, now dat yoo all know and.... I am sure... unnerstand my purrsition, I will tell yoo how mag-nan-i-mouse I am being purr-zently. I even letted Timmy do da nose to nose wif me yestaday. And when him jumpt on da bed, I purr-tended I dint even notice. Behav-yor be-coming dis princess, I assure yoo!
Timmy finallee smells lyke one of our clowder again. So, I can accept dat he belongs here, but I still not so sure I want ta share my CatMom wif him, 'speshally since her is pampurring Timmy so much since he camed home.
|Buffy the Pillow Cat Marks Her Spot|
That guarantees my purrsition, and reminds Timmy that him is not yet off the hook, entirely.
What's fair is fair. Ryte?