Can I Truly Contain My Wrath?

Things have changed; new things have been added to my dwelling in my absence. Amongst them, a chair of such exquisite softness that it must have been selected by my slaves for me alone. It is crafted in the form of a crazed ursine beast, its fur a sickly hue of blue.

The other cats, dumb animals that they are (though slightly smarter than the humans who see to my every whim), often attempt to sit upon my new throne when I am preoccupied with evil deeds. Rest assured, I punish them severely for their audacity.

The Sight of my Throne is Maddening, Yes?
Perhaps worst of all is the child. It seems to feel entitled to all within its limited reach, including me. I have, thus far, refrained from unleashing my limitless wrath upon this tiny morsel; given his fluency in the tongue of the sleeping spawn of Cthulhu, he may yet be of some use to me.

It is never wise to squander potential resources before their usefulness has been completely spent.

The Foolish Child Taunts Me Yet Again
I am all too sure that a time will come when I must exert a fraction of my infinite power so that I might remind my slaves and their babbling offspring just who it is they are dealing with. I ask for very little from them, for I know that they are incapable of pleasing all by my basest of whims. I offer this mercy, and yet they fail to realize that a slow demise has yet again been denied them. What pathetic insects these humans are.

Trifle Not With ME, Human!
And so, as the universe continues to shift closer to its ultimate destruction, I wait, tolerating my current circumstances with barely-concealed distaste.

Mark my words: the end is closer than you realize.