I just LOVE to sing!

I really do love to hear the sound of my own voice. It's lyrical, really. I have no formal vocal training. It must just be the superior genetics of my line. Truly amazing if I do say so myself.

Do you know how many different kinds of notes I can vocalize? It's rather impressive, really. A symphony on four legs at any given time. I choose to speak in song rather than words. I find it to be a more engaging and entertaining mode of communication.

Not everyone, of course, enjoys my complete and utter love of music. In fact, I am often rebuked by Mother and Father when I am merely trying to gently and beautifully alert them to that horrible man that throws paper into the vestibule. Wretched man. I'm not tattling and I'm not being alarmist... I'm simply trying to tell them as gently and beautifully--and non-alarmistly--as possible that he is approaching our castle. And they become completely insensed. Hmph.

Well, that is my appointment in life: to be the eyes and ears of my castle. Nobody else is going to do it!? And Brody... swine... he does nothing more than follow me around. Don't misunderstand me here: I am royal and deserve to be followed. I should BE the leader. But he's a male. He should be PROTECTING me like the precious gem that I am. Instead, *I* am the first to hear the smallest snap of a tiny twig on the property. *I* am the one constantly looking for those rats-with-bushy-tails in our trees. *I* am the one that wards off that horrible man that throws paper into the vestibule. Wretched man. *I* am the one that shrieks to the trucks that they are not allowed to be on our street. What does he do? Well, he so courteously wakes from his NAP (I should BE so honored--shouldn't I) and runs around wondering what to do... whimpering like a child. It is I that breaks into action--ever alert and protecting my manor. It is I that toes the line in this home. There is not another soul in this house that spends as much time as I do ensuring the security of our palace.

Hmph.

And here I am, trying to find the most beautiful way to alert my subjects to the evil that draws near and for what?

To be rebuked.

I live in exile.