[ WP ] The humans are gone . The dogs believe that they are the heir to their legacy . The cats disagree .

''Listen, Mr Fluffles, there's a reason we're called'man's best friend'. That title did n't come cheap''. Toby was getting agitated now - the Feline Federation were making preposterous demands.''Dogs have been hunting with humans for thousands of years, providing food and companionship. It's only fair that, as humans chosen best friend, dogs should inherit the Earth. It just makes sense'', the grumpy Basset Hound continued. 
 
''And what makes you think you have the ability to handle it?'', purred Mr Fluffles, president of the Feline Federation. He was a sinister looking Siamese, holding court from his Executive Play Tower ©. Cardboard boxes were piled around him, holding the supreme Feline council, smugness emanating from their finely cleaned fur like a gas leak. 
 
 The dogs howled in anger.''Just look at us, noble creatures with brains considerably bigger than your largest, diabetic mouser''. Toby snorted with derision.'' The idea that you could do anything better than us is simply ridiculous. You have one day to leave the court before our Mastiffs will be forced to evict you''. 
 
 Fluffles rose to his full height now, a full two feet above the carpeted platform. Fore paws hanging in front of him, Fluffles cleared his throat.''My dear Toby, you're right - dogs have hunted with humans, and protected their children, and defended their homes. Noble creatures indeed. But what did you get in return? Table scraps, a kennel? A nice short lead? We felines have been using humans since the end of the ice age. The ancient Egyptians worshiped us! All we had to do was lay down in their homes, and just like that - warmth, the finest foods, an abundance of toys, just for us''. 
 
''We used the humans, Toby, and they used you. We are your masters''.
