|Which one of these is the real me?
Soxy came to us, already named, from the animal refuge; look at her paws and there's a wee clue there as to the name. She was a half-grown young female. They were honest with us. She had been one of a feral litter that had survived on their own wits and hunting skills. She'd had three previous "trial" owners and they had all returned her to the refuge.
|My domain. Go away. Do Not Disturb.
It peeved Tracey and Christian that sometimes she would come and sit with me rather than them, but I'm sure it was because I tended to make little fuss of her that she did it. After all, you never quite knew what devious trick a human could pull when they acted nice – like those times Tracey would sneak up and put that nasty anti-flea stuff on her. How very dare she!
|If I say lying over a bar is comfortable, it is comfortable, silly little human.
|Yes? You have business with me? See my humans and discuss it with them.
|Does my gut look big in this? It's a trick of the light. Please leave.
|You know what I want. Move, human servant. I have needs.
|Sometimes, just sometimes, I wouldn't mind... Nah. It'll end in tears.
NOTE: There is a sequel to this story – added 29 September 2012
|Yes. I am both comfortable and well asleep. This is my domain. Go.