You are a traitor.
I thought we had agreed that we would make the human pet miserable, force her to her knees, bring nothing but sadness when this holy terror arrived. We had done so well too. As soon as she had arrived, our hisses in unison made her cry. (Forget the fact that she had been tired, hungry, and worn out from the day. I know it was us!)
The human pet knew from that initial moment that we would not take this laying down. I have done nothing but ignore her. If she walks into a room, I leave. If she offers me food, I will not eat. If she decides to come near me to pet me, I do not purr. I have been a solid rock of protest, and my antagonizations were nearing our goal.
But no, Isis, you had to break down and become a mother.
What has gotten into you?
Just because you cannot reproduce doesn't mean you decide to have some sort of instinct to take care of this raggedy-ass floppy mess!
Everything was going fine until you decided to walk into the bedroom and jump onto the bed with the human pet. You laid down next to her as she cradled the snotnosed punk in our sleeping spots and observed him. You even purred! Now, she believes there's hope, and you know why?
YOU! You have given her hope. You have fed her idea that this will somehow all work out. Have you learned nothing from me? Hope is dangerous to give humans because once they have it, they will not deter from it. They will always believe anything is possible, and now, because of you, she has hope that we will all get along with the tiny pooper.
It's bad enough I was betrayed by my own pet, but to be betrayed by my own sister is too much. I am seriously considering leaving this house as I can see I am only an outsider in my own domain. The next time you see me in the hallway, just keep on walking.
You are dead to me.
P.S. If you grab the camera and take photos of him, I promise you - you will be double dead to me. I want no record of his existence. I will erase him from this Earth. Don't even think about it.