Don't Hate Me Because I'm Beautiful

I had a moment of weakness today; I doubted myself. Hard to believe, I know, but it's true. My humans have been paying a lot of attention to Molly lately, and I wondered if I was losing my lustre. Is she the new standard of beauty, I wondered; could it be? But then I went and looked in the mirror. And no. It couldn't be. I'm still la señorita bonita, la muchacha más hermosa. Once again I am smug and superior. Er, I mean happy and satisfied.

Skeptical? You be the judge.