For weeks, I have been giving the cat treats in the morning. Santa Clause gave her a bag of the stuff for Christmas, you see.

I have enjoyed catering to the feline unit. Until today.

She has become bossy in the administration of treats, meowing incessantly until you adhere to her schedule. She had the nerve to accost me on the way to the bathroom, moments after leaving my bed, this morning. Before coffee. Terribly unwise of the creature.

Now, my morning disposition isn't the horror that I exaggerate it to be, but it isn't necessarily sunshine and daisies either.

Weaving through my shuffling feet, her incessant noise irritating my every fiber, my thoughts turned dark. It was with this malevolence that I declared in my most ominous tone, "No treats today."

The feline has been properly humble all morning. She is regrouping. Cats don't give up that easily. I must remain sharp-minded and on guard. She is a worthy adversary.