You are asking me about being hospitable? I know there is a such a word in human, they are even not sure themselves how hospitable they want to be. We felines have an easier solution to the problem. We are not hospitable, never have been and never will be. We dislike everything that is not us. I have never had an argument or fight with myself. I get on well with myself, it is the others that cause the problems. The feline next door, Roschti, has had his eye on my territory since I took over at Mrs. Human’s place. Now and again he wanders through sniffing everywhere and sometimes he even makes himself comfortable on my ground, spreading his smell everywhere. I sometimes allow him to enter, but only when I know he will be eating my hard tasteless vitamin pellets which are supposedly “good for you”. There you have it, Roschti has no good taste, he will eat anything as long it belongs to someone else.
I have no friends, another word that does not have any meaning in feline. I take what I want and do not ask questions, as I am not really interested in an answer. Today it rained and the water outside made puddles in the garden. Mrs. Human was telling me not to drink the water, “it is not good for you”. I don’t know where she gets these ideas, must be a human thing. As a feline I am perfectly capable of kowing what is good for me. She does not have a good taste sense, otherwise she would realise that the water that comes from above has more flavour and vintage qualities than the water that arrives through this tap thing. That is full of impurities from stuff that is supposed to be good for you. It seems Mrs. Human’s life revolves around things “that are good for you”. As she is not a feline I decide to ignore such statements.
I must go, Roschti is again approaching and I must maintain my stand in my territory. My claws are sharp, my teeth are ready, and I am completely 100% inhospitable to everything that is not me, most of all the feline next door.