The cat is undeniably royalty in this house. Did her status suffer from the introduction of small people into our world? Not really. She still has her pick of where she sleeps, where she sits, who she favors, and what and when she wants to eat. If she wants to go out, I let her out. If she hides all day in my closet, okay. Emma loves her and the other two are merely cautious. No tail pulling, or chasing, or otherwise annoying The Saff, as the big one calls her. Kitty can be cranky, but she's still Queen of Her World.
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