As I mentioned before, we’ve got two young boys living with us for a couple of months. I think of them as my brothers by now! We get along great and have a lot of fun with each other (and with the other guests that sometimes come and stay with us, like the nice hairy dog in the back). My brothers are younger than me, so I have to make sure big little brother and little little brother know the rules: all the food is mine and I am entitled sleep on the softest bed.
Strangely enough, in reality I seldom get my way. Susan keeps interfering at dinner time, making sure the boys get food too! But what I think is a bit unfair: she does not help me when little little brother steals my pillow! Oh yes, he’s always aiming for that pillow. I know now, that once I’m on there, I can’t leave the thing for one second. Sometimes we even end up on the pillow together. The humans think it’s cute, but it’s really not: I’m just trying to get my bed back! Most of the times one of us ends up on one of the other blankies, with big little brother. To be honest, that’s nice too, but as you can tell from my face I’m thinking of schemes to get my throne back and become queen of the castle once again!
