It's a Tough Job...

I have a very tough job around here.

This boy thinks he is my master. 

He must not be too smart.  

I mean its not me who has to fill my food bowl.

When I scratch at the door someone always comes to open it for me. 

He seems to get a real kick out of rubbing my belly.

These kids assume that they are welcome in my bed.

Have they never heard of personal space? I mean really!

They think that I actually enjoy these belly scratches.

I hope she is getting something out of all of this cuddling.

Yep, barely tolerating all of this attention.