As a feline, I am naturally smarter, more cunning, and more attractive than mere humanoids. I also exude much more patience than the average biped. For example, today, while my humanoid was fussing about in the food place, I decided to test her limited, feeble patience. SHE would say I cried, but that is only because her ear is pathetically tuned. I was, in fact, vocalizing forcefully for her benefit. I vocalized by the door. Once. Twice. Three times. Four times. The humanoid told me to stop. Of course I ignored her. Five. Six. Seven. She told me to stop louder. Eight. Nine. I jumped up on the machine that does the washings. Ten. Eleven times. The humanoid's tone told me that she was loosing that small thread of her patience. I let out a long vocalization, followed by the most beautiful, melodious clicks. This brought the angry humanoid over to the machine that does the washings and booted me off. I flicked my tail at her, feeling rather victorious and raced into the room with the comfy furniture. I sat in her spot and gave her a smug look. Ha. Stupid human. It will be oh so easy to manipulate her when I take over the world.