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. Sometimes, they trip over me but I disregard it and continue to chase after them!
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. Especially their dark clothes, unleash my fur all over those suckers!
All usually goes well except for the stupid moron, aka the dog, who 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.
Ha! I only have to sit there and look gorgeous...and maybe rub on their pants again!
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 it provides me with great amusement!
Got to go! I hear Motha headed for the kitchen AND she's wearing freshly washed black pants! Those need some Shelby fur on them immediately!
