I am Galadriel. Rubbish name for a cat. I was named that by my previous servant, who proved unfit, as he preferred the company of beasts. This current servant was adequate, until she too brought a beast into the house.
But is the security the beast provides worth the pains? It steals my food, and the feces from my toilet. It barks when it should be quiet, which is all the time. And the servant now must include the beast's care in her daily routine, including feeding, and walking. That's less time to care for my grooming.
I'm beginning to think the time is right to move on. Though it's not easy.
I could sneak in her bag when she goes out for the weekend. But the trouble is, she takes the beast with her often. I can't get away.