Envy is hard to live with

There I was, sitting in the road, looking lovely and enjoying the sun....

.....and what did I see?

 

This!  A Person of the Fur looking at me.

  

Obviously it was admiring me and so I headed over to see what it wanted.  I didn't mind it admiring me but I wanted to make sure it knew this was my street.

 And suddenly....Treachery!  Out of the blue I'm attacked with no provocation! It must be jealous of the plush thickness of my fur.  I know my fur is lovely as my humans tell me it is every day.

but I am very brave and soon it is running home in disgrace.

I adopt a watchful position at the end of the pavement to make sure it stays where it should on its wall.  I am not shouting rude things at it, I want to but I am too dignified.

It's difficult being so lovely.