Breeding Humanoids

That does it! I am completely fed up with my humanoids. They have started breeding which means, apparently, that I am no longer allowed to do certain things. I have been shut out of the spare room, or my sunbathing room--as I like to think of it--and MY sunbathing space has been replaced with tiny clothes, fake animals, and giant furniture which looks like a tiny jail cell. I'm not allowed in there, either. My feeding schedule has been disrupted because the stupid female humanoid is either laying with her head in a bowl, or sleeping. And, on the subject of sleeping....my lap space is growing smaller!!! Damn you, humanoids!! Why bring a screaming, squirmy, always hungry, always messy miniature humanoid into the world to annoy you, when I already provide that service?!?! Am I not a treasure enough to you? Do I not enlighten your day with my kittenish antics that keep you on your toes? Have I not scratched enough furniture, because you know I'm going to get my claws into that tiny jail cell!? Humanoids, when February rolls around, and this ursurper comes into MY house, consider the battle lines clearly drawn.....I will not have your miniature humanoid take the attention which should rightfully be mine!! And so, let the war begin!!