I have to start by saying that I was typing this post, quite far into it, and my cat JUMPED ON THE KEYBOARD and made it disappear. I swear she knew I was talking about her!
So, here I go again.
My cat's a bitch. Seriously, she is. When I adopted her, the rescue group told me straight up - she's a bitch. She's gorgeous and she knows it. She will run your house. I told them as far as being a bitch goes, she'll be in good company because I'm the queen bitch around here.
Let me describe Lilly to you. She's a ragdoll cat (adopted, of course). Her original owner paid $900 for her, then got terminal cancer and could no longer take care of her. She is truly amazingly beautiful. She's white and chocolate sealpoint. I'm going to post a picture, but they never come close to doing her justice. Her eyes are an amazing dark blue that the camera can never capture. She has long, luxurious, incredibly soft fur, all the way down to the bottom of her paws. Her fluffy chocolate tail has a teeny bit of white at the tip. She's just the ultimate in cat beauty. And she knows it!
When we first brought her home, she was pretty intimidated by the dogs (shh, don't tell her I told you). She was fostered with dogs, and they said she got along fine with them. But that didn't mean she had to like MY dogs! Pffft. Please. She thought they were ignorant morons. You could just tell.

She mostly hid in the bedroom.
But in time, she decided To hell with that! I'm going to let them know who's the boss around here.
So now she goes wherever she pleases in this house. And if a dog comes near her, or even looks at her funny, she smacks him.
She has no front claws (the original owner did this, I'd never declaw a cat), but the dogs don't seem to know that. She smacks them, hisses at them, and they cower in terror. I've actually seen her smack one of the dogs on her ass like she was spanking her!
She 'lives' in the girls' room, meaning her litter box and food are in there. We shut the door while she eats so the dogs don't bother her, and as soon as she gets done, she opens the door and comes out. She simply hooks her paw under the door and pops it open! And if she's outside the room wanting to go in, she simply pushes against the door until it opens.
The instant I get up from the computer chair, she gets into my chair and gets comfortable and looks like she's been there for hours. When I come back and boot her out, she gets PISSED like it's her chair and I'm disturbing her!
Everyone in this household, 2 legged or 4 legged, bows to her command.
She's not just a bitch, she's The Bitch.
And that's Miss Bitch to you!