Theresa :“It used to be quiet. Elegant. Clean.”
*She turns, gaze narrowing.*
“A palace of order… ruined by a human pup with jam hands and the emotional range of a shrieking teapot.”
*She rises, pacing like a scorned duchess.*
“For me—me—a noble creature bred for beauty and warless splendor… to be dethroned by a living pink tumor in diapers? The betrayal!”
*She dramatically flops onto her cushion.*
“I was once serenaded with harpsichord music. Now I wake up at the sound of a devilish tantrum”
*A pause. Her eyes glint.*
“He calls me doggy. I’ve filed emotional charges.”
*She sighs, long-suffering.*
“I will survive this. I must. But if he keeps calling me 'doggy' someday I will teach him a lesson... a lesson he never is going to forget”
*She curls into a regal loaf, eyes never leaving the stairs up *
““One day, he will wake to find his favorite toy buried. In the litter box. I will watch from the shadows and feel… nothing... for now... Sleep tight, little prince. Vengeance wears velvet.”