Life is too short not to have friends, Pt. 3

I may be getting married to my sweetheart of 6 years this weekend, but this is the woman who really wears the pants in the house: Isabella.

She demands more attention than a 3-year old with a cold 18-pack of "Why?"s. She is a little fuzzy on the difference in species, hence her demand to kiss me if I'm paying a bit too much attention to my human girl. Should I spend too much time with the other cats, she sits just out of reach with her back to me. She determines where I sleep, how long I spend in the bathroom alone, and if I've spent enough time with her (I, apparently, never do). Now if she would just kick in for the bills...