Thereâs no doubt about itâKing Chooch runs the house, and everyone knows it. From the moment he wakes up and stretches like royalty rising from a golden throne, to the dramatic way he demands breakfast with a side of belly rubs, Chooch makes sure the entire household bows to his every wish.
Forget who pays the bills or who does the choresâChooch has claimed full control of every room. The living room? His kingdom. The couch? His personal throne. The hallway? His royal runway for dramatic struts. And donât even think about using the bathroom alone. If Chooch hears the door close, heâll scratch or meow like an opera singer until someone lets him in. Why? Because King Chooch needs to supervise everything, of course.
Meals are another royal routine. He wonât just eat kibbleâoh no. He waits patiently (or not so patiently) for someone to prepare his âroyal dishâ with a sprinkle of treats on top. And if youâre too slow? Expect the king to tap your leg or stare you down with those big eyes that say, âI demand better service.â
He also holds court dailyâusually from a sunny spot near the windowâwhere he watches his subjects (aka birds, squirrels, and unsuspecting delivery people) with a look of pure authority. And heaven forbid someone sits in âhisâ seat or forgets to open the blinds in the morning. Youâll get a firm reminder from His Highness.
Even bedtime is on his schedule. If you’re not in bed when he wants to sleep, King Chooch will start pacing, sighing dramatically, or even stealing your pillow to make his point.
But letâs be honestânobody minds. Because as much as Chooch runs the house, he also fills it with laughter, love, and lots of cuddles. He might rule with a soft paw and a sassy attitude, but heâs the best king anyone could ask for.
Long live King Chooch! đđ
