The Life Of A Cat Is An Awesome Responsibility

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Hi! Tramaine here again. I have been thinking about cats and the responsibilities we have to those hu-mans that we own. For one thing, they need to know when to get up, when to prepare breakfast and lunch and supper, of course. It is our responsibility to let them know that they are derelict in their duties to me…er, us when they do not give us our daily meals on time and in the fashion we are used to getting them.

In addition to meal notification, we also must let them know when there is an intruder in the house. You know, those little gray, furry things that squeak. They are tasty but I do not need those things and they are a bit tough to catch. I do not feel that it is my responsibility to keep watch on them or herd the things into a place where the hu-mans can pick them up. They only throw them outside. Useless!! They never watch what happens. The furry thing gets back inside and laughs at the hu-man. See, they got a carnival ride out of it and the hu-man thinks that they got rid of the things. Hu-mans have no clue.

We also are expected to tell when others are doing things wrong. Of course, I do not need anyone to tell on me. I do nothing wrong. However, Kitty and Gizmo are terrible. They get into the cat treats…no wait. That was me. They get into fights. No, that was me too. Hmmm.

Well, it was nice talking to you. Have a meowful day!! Bye now from the one and only Spokescat!

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Hi, This Is Tramaine Speaking

My name is Tramaine and I am a cat. Sort of a DUH moment, right? My picture is on the top of this blog so you have an idea of what I look like. And of course, I am Spokescat for the rest of the house. That includes that black and white thing that invaded our happy home and made life miserable for about a month. It wanted my litter box. MINE!!! The nerve.

Okay, the black and white CHILD is Gizmo. What a name for a cat. Well, he does not actually think of himself as a cat which only goes to prove how trailer park he really is. Then there is this furball that was here before I was. She wants to show you that she is the queen cat of the house. Hard to do with me around. Uh, wait a minute. I ain’t a queen. I’m a guy…..sigh. I got off track again. She is the oldest of us all and she goes by the truly imaginative name of….Kitty. Oh brother. These hu-mans can’t even get it together enough to name the cat something reasonable? Come on.

Anyway, that’s it for the real people. Then there’s this animal they call Jaz who is apparently a canine. Hard to tell. She sleeps ALL DAY, for crying out loud. No one sleeps ALL day. Sometimes, you have to get up to lick yourself, stretch and make life miserable for the rest of the crowd. There are jobs to attend to! You cannot be that lazy. Of course, she’s supposed to be really, REALLY old so maybe that’s it.

So, that’s the group you will be hearing from but I get to talk first because I am the Spokescat. Don’t you think that’s an important job? I do. And I intend for the rest of them to know that.

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