It is I, the Mighty Shimshon (aka Shimshi, or The Little Purrince).
Guess what happened today!
Bet you can't guess.
Well, I'll tell you!
Mummy's Cleaning Lady bought Me a Prezzie! A Mousie with a Bell attached to its Tail!
Wait a minute! Hold on there, Little 'Un. She did not buy You a Prezzie! That Mousie belongs to ALL of Us.
But, Caspurr! She gave it to Me - as soon as She walked in the front door!
That's only because You are always the first to greet her when she arrives. You let anybody pet you! No discrimination whatsoever!
Oh, Trixie, that's not fair! I can't help it if effurrybody thinks I'm so cute, they just can't resist my mancatly charms! Besides, Caspurr always hides when the doorbell rings!
Hmphhh! You are getting above yourself, shrimp! Sometimes you forget that I am your Older Brofur. Show some Respect.
And just remember - in this household, We believe in Commewnity Purroperty.
Well, I did let you play with
And We had a great game of Pawball, didn't We?
That's true. I can't deny it...
And while the boys were playing with the New Mousie - which I wasn't furry interested in, anyway and which I completely ignored when Mummy brought it to Me later - I, Queen Trixie, Empress of Jerusalem, Israel, and the Entire Middle East, Guardian of the Boudoir and Alpha Kitty Extraordinaire, re-conquered my Imperial Perch:
And I won't be giving it up so easily (mol).
Now who's laughing? A perch in the