They treat me accordingly, however, with a massage every morning, treats, and beds in all the sunniest spots. Of course, I make sure they don’t forget their places by letting them know that what’s theirs is mine – desks, laps, chairs, window sills, holiday decorations, etc.
Really, the only thorn in my side is Wes – the dog who invades my home every day. They insist on calling him my step brother, but trust me, no dog will ever be a relation of mine! It’s also an affront that the person with my favorite lap went and betrayed me. They say he “had a baby” but all I know is that he smells funny now.
As is befitting, I am treated like a queen. String and bug videos entertain me, my beautiful fur is brushed, I get a new collar for all the holidays, I have a place to hide during thunderstorms, and they take pictures of me as if they’re the paparazzi.