When we call ourselves the owners of cats, and them our pets, they only grin condescendingly in response with the smile of the Cheshire cat. Because, in their opinion, they are the masters! And we... we simply feed them and provide all sorts of amenities that they enjoy, not paying attention to our desires and our presence in general.
Master, get up! What does "five in the morning" mean? Let's have breakfast!
And I say - my bed!
To the toilet? It’s okay, you can do it with the cat, the cat is bored!
Stop working! There is only one decent job - caring for a cat!
Lunch bag? No, for the cat!
It's like - you can't go into the bushes? The cat himself knows where he can go and where he can’t!
C'mon, I'll have lunch first!
It's not funny to me!
They could have used more catnip!
Watermelon, tremble! I am not afraid of you!
Herods! Satraps! Freedom for the cats!
Busy, please don't disturb
Oh, I'm too lazy to jump... it's better to let the stand fall off on its own, it'll look like an elevator
When two cats fight, the owners don't interfere!
The most convenient observation point
Boss, do your slippers really suit me?
Who doesn't respect cats here, huh?
