[ WP ] A race of slaves who really are genetically inferior

He stood there, painting the wall... that stupid look on his face... his great big oafish hands showing no dexterity and grace. I resisted the urge to spit at him, deciding that I was far too comfy lying on my bed to make any effort. He worked for an hour more, constantly redoing areas to catch the bits that he had missed. The simpleton looked back at his work and almost seemed impressed with himself. He looked back at me but I did not need to make a sound, the expression on my face said enough. I slowly rose to my feet and walked out of the room, leaving him to reflect on his own sad life. 
 
 
 One of his children ran past, chased by one of mine. The child was the spitting image of the great bumbling idiot; ugly, squidgy, loud. I hissed at him as he ran by and my child gave me a smile that belied her true plans. He would need more than a plaster after she was done with him. As I walked into the kitchen, the oaf's wife greeted me with a smile. She was a simple thing, but she could prepare food well enough and was quieter than her husband. She put out a plate of meat for me and I gave her my usual look of disdain. The food was actually quite pleasant, but I gave her another look as I left to put her in her place. 
 
 
 Walking out into the large gardens I wandered over to my favourite spot, stretching before turning to lay in the sunlight. I looked up at the birds flying through the sky, the female ogre standing in the kitchen window and the dappled sunlight spreading its soft glow through the nearby trees... 
 
 
 As I started to drift off for my midday nap, a lone thought strolled across my mind... `` fuck, it's great to be a cat''.
