Battle of the Wills (Part 2)

I am not stubborn.
I am not stubborn.
I am not stubborn.
I am not stubborn.
I am not stubborn.

Well, maybe I am a bit stubborn.
I simply don’t like the new drinking fountain.
I get all messy and it is just beneath me.

I am not stubborn.
I am not stubborn.
I am not stubborn.
I am not stubborn.
I am not stubborn.

OK, so I am stubborn.
And I don’t care that my housemates like the new fountain and have no trouble with it.

I am not stubborn.
I am not stubborn.
I am not stubborn.
I am not stubborn.
I am not stubborn.

I am a stubborn as any other cat out there.
There is nothing wrong with me, I just want things my way.

I am not stubborn.
I am not stubborn.
I am not stubborn.
I am not stubborn.
I am not stubborn.

I am a diva, so I have an inherent right to be stubborn. Have you ever heard of a diva who wasn’t? I am easy to please, just give me the best.

I am not stubborn.
I am not stubborn.
I am not stubborn.
I am not stubborn.
I am not stubborn.

I peed on the carpet yesterday morning in protest.
I pooped on the carpet last night in protest.
I drank from the flower pot draining trays in protest.
I followed Mom into the bathroom and jumped up on her lap while she was sitting on the human loo, to ask for a drink of water from the sink. Nevermind that I can barely balance.

I am not stubborn.
I am not stubborn.
I am not stubborn.
I am not stubborn.
I am not stubborn.

Meowingly yours,
Champagne