Being the cat that I am, I’m pleased to note that in not too long a while, she will be dumpy. Her mother is and it runs in the genes. I hope it does. And then I will remind myself of all the other little things in which I am her undoubted superior… and I will tell myself that I feel much better! So there, woman!
It’s not fair, is it? If some girl felt this way towards me I would be hurt. Wouldn’t I? Not really, not if I didn’t know she felt that way.
The unfortunate thing is, I will be fat too. Oh well, at least I will not be dumpy. I mean, I’m too tall to be anything except fat. Would you rather be fat or dumpy, though? I’m not too sure. Dumpy can be cute. Dammit! Who cares, I can do things I bet she can’t. I know she hasn’t. I’m sure she hasn’t. She cannot have!
Bother it. I do not like being so petty. I know I can be far worse than this but I don’t like someone else having this power over me, to provoke me into feeling something so strong against them. Bother it and bother her.
Actually, I just realized I don’t care all that much after all. I remembered when I was in her place, I mean before, and I wouldn’t want that to be resented. So I will not resent her either.
I do wish I could be less of a cat though.