On my down times from
werk things I enjoy sitting by the front door in the hallway. You know,
monitoring thing, making sure no stranger enters my home without my permission.
Of course there are
other perks to sitting in the middle of the hallway by the door. Since
its right near the kitchen and that is where they hide my delectable treat
morsels, I am able to run after my parents when they walk in there. I
make sure to get as close to their feet as possible so that they don't get far.
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| This me, Shelby, waiting in the hallway for my treats. |
Usually it takes a few minutes of coercing before they give em up. They like it when I rub my fur all over their clothes, really rubbing it in so that its permeated in there.
Stupid moron, aka the
dog, always follows us into the kitchen as well because he is a needy, jealous
little prick. However, they make him sit, lay down, give his gross paw
and begs for his repulsive poor excuses for treats.
I, on the other paw, only have to sit
there and look gorgeous. Maybe a quick rub on their pants.
Sometimes I even tease them with a quiet "meow"....I don't do that
often because I see how happy it makes my parents. We can't have too much
happiness going on now!!
If I didn't love my
treats as much as I do, then I would have the dog "play" dead and
give him one of mine.
Except I'd really kill him... Hmmm....that
would be a win-win for Shelby!!
Killing the dog and still having my
treats.
Ahhh...that'd be great!!
Unfortunately, that
can't happen since I need him to torture and so on and so forth.
