Boxed In - Foot Foot Kittycat's latest ragings...

I am still Foot Foot, I am a still cat, and I am more damned mad. Things have been changed. That woman and the silly man moved things. They put things in places where nothing had been before, and then that damned, prancing fool of a dog managed to get her dish back.

I had very nearly claimed that dish as my own, and had her afraid to eat out of it. I had her worked right into stealing food from from the silly man, even. But then that woman took her dish back to the bedroom when she noticed the dog tiptoeing around when she wanted to eat, and she ate. And then she saw me watching while the dog ate, so I was found out.

Now every damned time that dog eats, that woman is there. I ran up and popped the dog to remind her of the new arrangement, and that woman chased me out of the room, hissing. As if. And she even got the precious prancing dog fool the SPECIAL food to get her over being afraid of her dish.

Last night, I tried again to assert my control in a more subtle fashion, stalking and watching that infernal canine when she tried to eat. This worked, and we all seemed happy. The silly man was even lured into helping me. Every time the dog would go to her dish, he would trick her into making her think she would have a bite of his dinner. This enabled me to get a strong hold on my territory and thoroughly confounded that prancing fool of a dog. But, as she tends to do, that woman pitched a fit and took the dish back to the bedroom again.

So I went back to the bedroom and pretended to nap upon the dog's bed, in a spot that just happened to be very close to the dish. And the dog sat on the bed, staring at me in complete affirmation of my victory. That woman was up there with her, trying to convince her to go and eat her supper, but she wouldn't move. Perhaps she's not so dimwitted, the dog. But then, that woman hopped off the bed, got the dish, and did this. Just look at this:

Yes she certainly did put the damned dog dish on the bed, and the dog snuggled right up next to her and ate. As the dog ate, that woman encouraged her, and kept a watchful eye on me. I stopped pretending to nap, and am afraid I did nothing to conceal my outrage at her repeated failure to understand the futility of these pathetic stabs at reasserting some kind of dominance.

Would you like to know what I did in return? I halfway killed a bug for that woman to find this morning, right in the path of where she walks when she wakes up, and I threw up right next to the dog's current favorite toy. After these things were discovered I spent a little while walking around in a way to clearly exude dominance, taking occasional breaks to sit down and yowl. I think they know now. Yes, I think they damned well know, and that I will go and enjoy a bit of dog food.

Aim for the jugular, brethren.

Foot Foot Kittycat