Spoiled?

Who's spoiled? I'll present the evidence, and you can decide...

I live with a Cat. I am not pleased with this, but it is what it is. The Cat is named Sidney, though I prefer not to refer to the Cat by the Cat's name - for reasons that may seem obvious only to me. We are not friends, so why bother with niceties?

I just realized that when my People leave for the Beach, the Cat is going with them.

I hope its fur gets caked with sand and sand burrs. Which doesn't sound nice of me. But here's the thing: the Cat gets to go, and I get left behind. Why'd they pick the Cat? What'd that Cat ever do to deserve vacation?

I've been pouting about this since I found out - just after my last post.

Then I read my post again and remembered: I get the sitters! Mom and Olivia and Michael will leave, and Dad will be with them on and off. I will be at home - and now it will be MY castle. No Sidney! And coming in and out will be sympathetic, wonderful women who adore me. They will speak doggie talk, and pity me because my People are gone. They will scratch me behind the ears and call me pet names and give me treats and generally love on me. My walks will be long and many, and when I come home.... NO CAT! When they want to pet something, they will land one place: on ME! All the attention, for once, will go to me. Not to children, not to the Cat... but to ME.

So.

Who's spoiled now, Cat?