“Mom! Lily’s in my favorite spot by the door! Mom! Make her move!” I barked and barked. Mom just looked at me. She waved her head from side to side. Then she walked away. And she didn’t make Lily move.
That Lily. How dare her. She knows I like to sit by the door. That’s where the sun comes in. It’s where the wind ruffles my fur. It’s where I can watch the birds and the squirrels. I even watch the sun and at night the moon.
And now I can’t see outside. ‘Cause Lily’s in my spot.
Lily has her own big cat tree. She can sit on it and watch outside. I only have the big window at the door. It isn’t fair! And I don’t like it.
“I’m bigger than you Lily! I could make you move. I could bark at you. Or run toward you. I could scare you.” I tell her all this. She doesn’t care.
Lily just looks at me. She stretches her one paw out in front her. And she yawns a really, really big yawn.
“Don’t you dare sit back down Lily! Don’t you dare! But she does anyway. Then she licks her paw and rubs it against her ears. The nerve!
I sit and stare at her. Maybe that will make her move. It doesn’t.
I whine and whine. Maybe that will make her move. It doesn’t.
Mom walks over to me. She looks at me. Then she looks at Lily. Mom bends down and pets me. It feels so good. “It’s okay to share,” she says. “Come on, let’s go for a walk.”
“Yes! Yes! We’re going for a walk. I love to go for walks. And when we get back, I’ll get a treat. I love treats.