Don't Ask Me To Be Cute!

Mistress came home and looked for me. .. but couldn't find me!I was somewhere where I never really go (that she knows of) but where Squeakers used to sit all the time. . . On top of the toilet seat (lid down, of course, I don't wanna go body surfing!)She gasped and ran.Then I ranThen she pouted because I ran!What am I, a show cat? Expected to purrrform on cue?She said she wanted to get the camera. .. oh no! She said I looked so cute up there because she got a new tank set for her birthday 6 weeks ago. For kitties who don't remember or know what tank sets are, they are really hard to find and have to be ordered from a catalog. Then when it came, the tank part didn't fit and it had to go to a taylor shop and then Mistress' mom had to come over AGAIN and put it on and cut the hole in it. .. don't know why, but there had to be a hole in it.It's nice and soft and a lot fluffier than the thing that was covering the porcelain water holder before, and it coverst he middle part so I can rub against it all I want!Squeakers used to call that her "thinking place" and she'd even fall asleep there (figures) until she was shooed off.Now she keeps putting me back there and asking me to pose. For what? Stuffonmycat? Snuzzy? The Cat's Meow? Cheezburger? Well, if they want pics of me sitting on a toilet. . .er, "thinking place" . . .furget it! Now cuz she wants it. . .I won't do it.