Her life was a tragic one. Well, she thought it was anyways. Princess the Ragdoll cat padded into the living room, looking positively exhausted. "Oh woe is me!" she whined, "Why is life so difficult for a simple housecat, let alone ME? They give us rotten food out of a can, give me baths, though I continue to insist that I am dropdead gorgeous without them, and-"<br/><br/>Before she could continue her daily rant, the loud whirring in the conjoining room made her fur puff up in apprehension. "Ugh! The loud beast is back! Hide me before your most beloved companion is eaten by that noisy, smelly fur eater!" Without another word, she jumped onto the padded chair, where lay the other pet of the apartment, a dog. "Darn it! Move over! That sucky brute can't devour you! You're too fat!"