Just in case you were ever under the illusion you were in charge... you're not.
Honestly, whatever I write is bound to be better anyway, so I think it's my turn.
You KNOW this is my favorite bed, and yet you keep insisting on using it for other purposes. It's disrespectful.
Forget the floor. This feels pretty good.
What's that you say? You're working? Oh, yeah, not anymore.
Sleep time's over. I'm ready for breakfast, thanks.
What, you want me to move just so you can look up cats you think are cuter than me? You know how much that hurts me, Stan.
Sink's ours. Go wash your hands somewhere else.
Why do laundry when gazing upon my beauty is the alternative?
Consider this an excuse not to exercise since I'm definitely not moving any time soon.
Who needs housecleaning when my adorable belly is around?
I don't care how dirty your hands are. Move along.
I'm the musician now. And please, let me concentrate.
Writing a report, eh? You know what's more fun? Snuggling with me.
Reading is overrated. Letting me sleep is not.
I love laundry day. There's a whole new freshly cleaned bed to sleep on!
That song's beautiful, but I'm even better.
Why are you still sleeping? Don't you realize I'm here being adorable in front of you?
We both know I'm more important than the other cat, so just give in.