Take today. I had to punish Spouse and Son this afternoon. They were in the study going through some of Son's things, putting them into boxes. Now Son probably has the best things of the three of them, although I like watching Bevie in front of the kumputer thing. All of that movement. Can't catch anything, though. I've tried.
Anyway, I figured this was a good opportunity to explore the room and play with some of those cheweable things. Normally, I can't get in there. Well, I'm hardly in there any time at all and Son whacks me on the head. And Spouse blames me! Son claimed it was an accident, but humans are not allowed. Well, there was only one response. I had to walk to the door and sit with my back to them. Bevie saw me. Asked me what was up. Upon Son's confession, Bevie congratulated me on my firm paw and walked away. Bevie knew better than to interfere in a disciplinary action.
But humans are so silly. Bevie writes and thinks that's some kind of a big deal. Well, meow, meow, meow. I can write, too. And to prove it, here is a poem I wrote just today. I call it, Why Did God Make People?
Why Did God Make People
So why did God make people?
It’s my understanding he made them last.
That means he made them after cats.
But from a different mold he cast.
People aren’t like house cats.
They aren’t like wild cats, too.
In fact, they aren’t like anything.
Except, perhaps, baboons.
They’re noisy and they’re smelly.
And they can’t catch things like mice.
They aren’t much good at anything.
‘Cept feeding, which is nice.
I keep three humans here with me.
I try to keep them trained.
But training humans is a full-time job.
My patience oft is strained.
But their bodies do have warmth.
And their hands can be so tender.
So laying on their laps,
Is the way to spend a winter.
So, take that, Bevie! Mrrrooowwwllll