"Mom it's bedtime." "But really, I'm tired. Bed?" "Suit yourself. Deal with my unnecessary snoring for a cat"
That man thinks he has a new container to store his garb in the closet. Little does he know that this will become my temporary area of rest until I can break down the barriers blocking me from his laundry basket.
That man and that woman have brought me to my new dwelling. While I have left my family, my brothers and sisters were simpletons who were constantly perplexed by that awful stick with a feather on it. Plebs. I will continue work on my master plan as soon as I get a better understanding of this habitation, which will begin with marking my territory on the armchair.