Oh yes. She does. That would be me, anyway. I'm a cat, of course I get my own way! Sheesh!
Here's what I do... I wail. I wail at the top of my lungs. Mom and Tom think I'm going deaf - after all I ignore most of what they say to me - but the truth is I like wailing. I like talking out loud.
Sometimes I wail because I wonder where the dog is. Don't like him steaking up on me. (him/her - it doesn't matter, the 'dog' word is sufficient!)
Along about 6 a.m. I wail loud enough to wake the neigbors, the better to get Mom and Tom jumping out of bed. I KNOW they need to get up. And, I need my breakyfast. So, I just help things along. If they don't listen...I scratch the new walls. This new house is terrific! The walls make lots of noise when I run my claws over them!
Once I get my breakyfast, I make sure they're both up and off of the bed, and that it's made properly. I like a nicely made bed to sleep in.
And that's how I get my way. So simple...a caveman could do it!
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