Cats Rule, Dogs Drool

As long as I have the keyboard to myself, I'll continue on. One of the many cool things about our kitty kage is the door mat. What? We're suppose to wipe our paws on it before we come in? Give me a break! Anyway, the cool thing about it is what's written on it ... Cats Rule, Dogs Drool. Now ain't that the truth! We cats are superior in all ways, just ask any one of us. For instance, have you ever seen a dog snub it's food? Not in my lifetime! Those idiots will eat anythng put in front of them. No discriminating tastes what so ever. Even my sister Charmin is smarter then any ol' dog. (Actually, she's quite intelligent, but don't tell her I said so.) But, I, of course, am the top dog, er, I mean cat. Charmin always has to play second fiddle to me, and she does it so well. She lets me eat first and leaves the comfort of the bed when I leap on it, and Mom. And of course, she has to cry for help when I happen to "squeeze the Charmin" just a little too much when I'm only playing with her. One time tho, she did get back at me, little stinker. We were having fun running thru the house, me chasing Charmin when she jumped up on the bookshelf to flee my pursuit. I was crouched down below it, contemplating my next move, when she gave me this evil look, reached down to a shelf holding minature books and deliberately pushed one off, bonking me on the head with it. OW! Of course, Mom got a good laugh out of that one, at my expense I might add. Why do women always have to stick together? No matter, I know I'm the alpha male. Well, actually, other than Dad, I'm the only male. But it's a real ego trip to be the top cat of the house. I generally get my way in things, especially with my Dad who fawns over me. Charmin is the Mama's girl. There you go again, those women sticking together. But that's ok, to each his own, hehe.