Self respect and dignity usually stick together, but at the same time, this relationship can get shaky. If I could write, I’d publish heavy novels, get rich and live a luxurious life, but for now, I am forced just to keep my mind busy. Being the Queen of the Marmalade Court, I’m very aware of the following fact: that after a long, long time, I am the first female child in the family! I do whatever I want, from furious hissing for nothing, to fighting with my (much stronger) brother. It’s easy to fight when you have strong vocal cords! But when this third cat came into our house…well… I was completely annoyed and neurotic. She was the wrong color, and disgustingly cheerful and nice. She put a spell on my people, they called her ‘our baby girl’ (I am your girl, betrayers!), and strongly believed that I just can’t wait to be the mother of this beast. What a mistake! I put her on distance mode immediately. Our only contact was when I slapped her. Reason? Hierarchy. Officially I ignore her, but unofficially… I watch her every move. I don’t have time to spend afternoons chatting with her, but sometimes I get merciful: we lie on the sun together (she wants to be darker, like I am) but that’s all. Do not touch me and don’t bother me with endless blabbing. I’m not the explaining person, not of that kind. You must find life answers all by yourself.