Back in 1987 (as humans measure the years), I found my family at the time, packing away boxes and moving all my furniture out of the house. Something wasn't right-no one had consulted me first!!! To add insult to injury, the stupid fools were talking about me like I wasn't even there! "What are we going to do with the cat? We're not taking her with us, are we?" Idiots-like I wanted to go anyways. So they pack me away to the God forsaken country and grace another family with my presense. What simple minded little people my new 'owners' are! I have 'em wrapped around my itty bitty (and oh so pedicured)nails in a matter of seconds. The house is mine...the furniture is mine...all collectibles are now my playthings...and the cats outside respect my authority! It doesn't take long before I am blessed with the title of Queen. Sad to say that, after many years, this family has earned my love and tiny kisses. Oh sure, sometimes at 5 AM I may decide to dig my claws into someone's nose while they sleep, but they never get mad...just get up and feed me!

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