Oliver here. I wanted to talk about how humans get themselves all stressed out about the places we feline choose to hang out. I mean really, I’m not hanging off the winter sweaters in the closet (although I do enjoy brushing past the dark colors on the clothing that hangs lower then other things, like dresses, coats and pants). But I digress
There are a few places I like to hang out and I have purrrfectly good reasons for doing so. For instance, I do not see the harm in hanging out in the take out bag after the humans have emptied the food from it. Good grief, it’s not like I got any treats but I do enjoy the delicious smells.. Really people,. Don’t be so selfish!
They shoo me away from the bag so I shrug my shoulders and think, “fine, there are lots of other places for me to lounge.
I find a new spot and wouldn’t you know, the female human starts screeching, “Get down!” How rude! And I think I look quite adorable, how could anyone yell at all this cuteness. And what’s so sacred about this thing they call the “dining room table” anyway?
So, like the good kitty I am, I remove myself from the dining room table, and stretch out on the window ledge in the kitchen. And again I get attitude and stink eye. Good grief what in the world do these humans want from me? And anyway, I think the color of those oranges really compliments my black and white fur.
Finally I give up, go to the back of the living room sofa and stretch out, looking at the view and contemplating my options. Is there ever going to be a place for me? What is the meaning of my life and where shall I lounge next.
Well, that’s my story. Just a young feline trying to find his place in this world. For now, cheers to all my friends, furry, feathered and otherwise.
Your Friend, Oliver,