It was 10:00 already, me and Stormy was still awake writing stories on Wattpad.

"Pusheen, why don't we sleep now? We have school tomorrow." Stormy groaned as she sat down her bed.

"Ok, gimme 5 more minutes." I kept typing.

After 5 minutes, I shut my computer and said to Stormy,

"Stormy, you can sleep now!"

She was sleeping on her bed already.

I closed the lights and whispered a Sweet Dreams to her.

I started to think about Stormy ruling the world... how would it feel like? I shook my head, climbing onto my bed, and dozed off.

I blinked. I found myself staring upwards, gasping as I marveled at the Golden Kitten House in front of me. It was huge! I saw many banners, with Stormy's face on it..? A Bodyguard cat (Bodycat) came up to me.

"Ah, Pusheen," he nodded. "President Stormy wants to see you." whispering, he added, "It's best you go to the pool in the Golden Kitten House ASAP, before she goes crazy about the problem of being late. BTW, she's in the pool."

President Stormy? I pinched myself, and I felt nothing. Phew. Just a dream. I stepped into the shiny golden house, filled with the portraits of former kitty presidents. I saw a painting of Georgie Pawington, and Pawbraham Lintcon, and Pawjemin Tailin! They were the three founding kitties of Donutropolis!

I picked up the pace and arrived at the swimming pool, after five minutes. Whoo-ee, the Gold Kitten House was sure big! I saw Stormy in the middle, relaxing on a float with her shades on.

Wow! I let out a small meow to let Stormy know I was there. Stormy turned, and smiled. "Pusheen! So glad you could make it, before I went kittens. Now, have a seat on a pool chair and let's talk."

I sat down, and immediately, it felt like soft feathers! "What is even made in these?!" I gasped, admiring the chair's pillowy softness.

"Oh, they're the only four chairs in the world!" Stormy smiled. "Four cats who have had long, soft fur gave them up to me, and they've been rewarded with insta-hair grow solution, one of the world's best snacks, and boatloads of cash!"

I immediately jumped up, squealing. Stormy laughed.

"Relax, they're all sanitized."

I calmed down. Suddenly, Veronica stepped in, wearing fancy glasses and a special fancy purple business suit.

"President Stormy," Veronica nodded. "I have brought the script Pusheen will read about how amazing you are."

Wait, what?!?!

"Excellent!" Stormy clapped. "Show it to Pusheen."

I could not believe my eyes..

Speech of Pusheen Donutpaws

Handwritten by Veronica Richmond, official writer of the Donutropolis Daily, official writer & publisher of "Down to the Litterbox", official presidential writer of President Stormy Donutpaws

Pusheen enters the stage, nodding in acknowledgement.

"It is an honour to be on this very stage. I would like to thank my sister, President Stormy, for allowing me to stand on this stage, this very moment. I am here to tell you all a few wonderful reasons why President Stormy is amazing, and why you should vote for her next year, again!"

Pusheen smiles and nods to Stormy on the side.

"Reason one; Stormy is super fluffy and blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah."

I rubbed my eyes a few times. Two pages were now in my paws. I flipped the first page over, and the entire page was filled with this..

You are fluffy You are fluffy You are fluffy You are fluffy You are fluffy You are fluffy You are fluffy You are fluffy You are fluffy You are fluffy You are fluffy

Blah blah blah blah Blah blah blah blah Blah blah blah blah Blah blah blah blah Blah blah blah blah Blah blah blah blah Blah blah blah blah Blah blah blah blah Blah blah blah blah

You are Super Amazing You are Super Amazing You are Super Amazing You are Super Amazing You are Super Amazing You are Super Amazing You are Super Amazing You are Super Amazing You are Super Amazing

I blinked. FIVE pages were now in my paws. They all read the same thing! I looked up and Stormy and Veronica, but they was gone. The pool was swirling, and it started flooding! I tried to turn and leave, but the door disappeared. All the other exits were gone. I was now holding twelve papers.

The pool continued flooding. I was stuck in a small tiny room. I was getting closer and closer and closer and closer to the ceiling of the room. All the pages in my paws fell. More were forming in my paws. I gripped them tighter. Closer, and closer.. My head was touching the ceiling.. I sat upright, and I was suddenly back in my bed, panting. My glass of water had spilled all over me, a few bits of Stormy's tail fur was left on my bed, and lots of papers fell from the end of my bed. Maybe that's where I got all the ideas for my presidential nightmare!

I quickly realized it was just a dream, and stood up, left my room and started getting ready for my day. What I didn't realize was there was a little flag, with the picture Donutropolis Golden Kitten House under my pillow..