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.
2 comments:
"My idea of a big achievement back then was to survive a day at work and be able to relax."
Ha! The Brazilian Work Ethic in one sentence.
There's a lot of wisdom in this attitude.
Dogs can help one achieve this as well. And you won't catch _them_ hiding corporate agendas.
Snuggly animals are great cold-curers, too.
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