I've put the cart before the horse. My control is slipping. I've made some progress with Sandy, though. My insidious encouragement has allowed her to venture beyond the level of the floor. She has begun to venture to higher levels. She climbs on just about anything, as long as it is low enough to get her prodigious gut over. She has made progress, and has become one of my minions, granted she is unaware of how she fits into my picture of control. She serves her purpose well, though, having gained the confidence of the short two-legged, Annie. Her assistance as I take control is invaluable.

My cart-before-the-horse thing comes from a new discovery. I have found that my current diet and a monitoring of water intake has made my cat-box use very formidable. Unfortunately, the stench of my deposits leaves something on my tail end. I shouldn't have come to this point before completely taking Sandy as a servant. She's older than I, and is very independent. Well, ces't la vie. I have no desire to clean this off my derriere. So, I walk around the house, and depost it where I need to. Soon, I hope to take over Sandy to the point where she will clean my rear herself. She craps all over the place, so she must have a skill for cleaning.

I'm increasingly intrigued by the skills of the two-leggeds. They have a control over a dangerous tool: fire.

It smells really nice. Maybe it’s strong enough to counter my stench, but I doubt it.

I continue exerting my control…

Lilo the Cat Conquerer