I love people, as long as they do exactly as I want, let me do what ever I want, feed me, and allow me to bite or scratch them whenever I feel cranky, or just because I can. I am a cossetted cat, hand-raised on a bottle since my feline mother didn't have enough milk, catered to, played with, petted and fawned over.

How could I not have grown up to be a total narcissist!

Ah, here comes one of the two-leggeds I rule and intimidate. Think I'll purr nicely for a petting then bite them when I've had enough.

Stella the Cat.