Cattitude

Under the "cats rule" "cat"-egory:

When I settled in my current hometown -- 21+ years ago -- my feline companions consisted of a macho but reserved gray tuxedo cat, and fluffier gender-challenged longhaired tabby. (His prior human named him a girl name, and he acted the part convincingly till I took him to the vet for his first visit. The name stuck. He was a beautiful cat. He had perfect eyeliner around his eyes, too.)

My idea of a big achievement back then was to survive a day at work and be able to relax. However, I kept getting the mental image of Them Two dashing madly around either writing a novel or putting a franchise together, paperwork firmly "in paw" and a briefcase dumped with its contents organized perfectly on the floor.

Then I "met" a church cat named Toby, whose human decided he had a penchant for writing and introduced his work to the congregation once a month in the church newsletter.

This gave them Ideas.

--- To be continued.

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