. . . . queen of the living room . . . .

Hi

Pişi here.

Again, we've been away for a little while.

The BTLO has been

working

"for a living,"

she says, then points to that

cat food

she insists on giving me.

That's right: she feeds me,

Pişi 

cat food!

Can you believe it?

Me, 

The Queen of the Living Room

and other domains,

including

a small pathway to the Litter Box,

which happens to be in the one room

where I'll let Fluffy peacefully sleep

all the time.

^^  ^^   ^^   ^^

Yeah, tell me about it.

Her Psycho-Highness

is so gracious as to let me

sleep next to the shit.

Bless her little

demented

heart.

The funny thing, though,

is that the

BTLO,

who I sometimes actually like,

has made me the most

scrumptuous bed

in the room where we also

relieve ourselves.

It's so comfy

that it's really the 

only place I want to be.

Unless, of course,

Yours Truly,

the QofLR,

is sleeping.

Than I just do whatever the heck

I want to do

To tell you the truth,

I've been a little worried about

ol' Psycho Kitty:

she's been sleeping under that blue chair

an awful lot.

Sometimes I think

she doesn't feel all that

hot.

Sometimes I go and check on her.

I mean, she really is

kind of sad

and lonely

and I know she wouldn't

hear a meow.

In fact, 

I've taken to just opening

my mouth

when I'm around her,

because I know she can't hear me

anyway.

If I open my mouth and squint

a certain way,

she seems to understand.

And brother,

you should hear the noise she makes.

If she could hear herself, she'd think twice

before making that noise.

But I've come to understand

she thinks we're both talking

at the same volune,

which is funny, since

I'm talking so softly,

and she's talking so

loudly.

We balance out,

in a funny way.

In a funny way,

I like her.

P & S