My name is Snoopy and no matter what other animals may enter my house, I'm still the ruler of ALL.  No one better ever mess with my spirit or I'll kick their butt...Just like I did with the bat that got into mom and pop's bedroom.  You mess with my pop and all bets are off.   I was brought home and was not so sure about domestic life as I was born in an alley behind a hardware store.  Next thing I know I'm in a house with a litter box and a food bowl.  I learned quickly and was happy for a number of years being the only child.  Next thing I know my step-mommy had a housefire and she and another cat (YUCK!!) was living with me.  I hated Ernie and let him know it everyday.  I soon learned that he was going nowhere and my step-mommy was staying also.  I finally adjusted and then....a DOG moved in.  Since then I learned to stay high- like on the dining room table, cupboards, etc.  I ALWAYS got my daddy times, like saturday mornings when mom (yes, I call her mom) was still in bed with the other rugrats so I could snuggle with dad.  I also carved out my nitches with mom- like when she was doing laundry I would join her on top of the dryer or cleaning the kitchen I would look over her from the cupboards.   Mom always told me that I was special that I got to go on the cupboards- anywhere I want (like she has much choice!)  Mom always treated me well- she even took me outside on a leash saying the leash was for my own good!  The last year she allowed me to go out on my own- being I was such an ol' experienced gal and have learned not to go far.  I  never went far- just off the back porch, hiding in the hostas- hoping to avoid that damn dog and just enjoying that fresh air.