My Cat Boss Won’t Let Me Write

I try to write you every morning, but he insists on harassing me at the heels from nine lives to five easy pieces

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He doesn’t want you to hear from me

My cat joins me in my new office every morning. He has a lot to say. He calls, meows, whines, demands, yowls, and even does a sort of yawn-yip I call a Yawnip.

When I cave in, give up a lap and some scritches, he settles in for about four minutes. Then, he is up again.

Who’s a good boy?

I follow him to the food dish.
Look! Num nums! Soft food even. You must be a VERY GOOD boy for the very fickle Frisky fast food for furs fairy to come!

He nibbles a bit. Follows me back to the office.

Inter Fur Rants

I have important ideas to scream at humanity. He wants something.

He won’t tell me what it is.

I follow him to the patio. It’s partly sunny, no deadly heatwave today. He gnaws on his tail for a bit. He’s standing over a stream of ants.