First, Donut told me he was mad I suggested he get tutored and always took the best spot on the bed. He said he was going to become a world traveller an' he left... I was stunned. I mean, sure, he was annoying. Especially since he was beginning to play Barry White all the time, wear those gold chains, and say 'hey baby' in that cracking mew. But... I mean, he grows on you. And he knew to respect my claws.
Then to make things worse, mom brings back this grey thing. She called him a Hum Bao, but said I can't eat him.
He is deceptively cute, but I pointed out that our initial agreement was that I was the only cute blue thing in the house. She then pointed out that technically I am Blue Cream. *hrmph*
He tries too often to get close to me. He doesn't understand personal box space.
Nor that all boxes are MINE until I tire of them. Then they are Donuts. Hum Bao... the little bun has messed up the pecking order.
He takes my boxes.
At least I got my feather back.
Whatever am I going to do?! He runs around like a little hellion! It took me months to train Donut. Months!
He doesn't even understand this is MY KITTY TREE!
You WILL bow down before me, little Hum Bao...