Can’t believe that Mama’s just beginning to get it: Sox, Binx, & Nero don’t all show up at the same time every morning, ’cause they each have a different schedule with different resources. We cats know instinctively not to depend on one mama only. Yeah, I know I’m stuck inside here for the rest of my days. At 17.25 years – Mama told me that’s = to 84 human years (I’m 2 years older than the Old Man) – I ain’t the hunter I used to be. I’ve got enough on my plate to contend with Mama & the Old Man – their idiosyncrasies plus those of Ted, the vet tech who comes to the house to give me fluids 3 times a week. Just don’t have the energy to hunt for extra homes & extra food on the outside, like Sox, Binx, Nero and just recently, Mittens, the new kitty from the neighbor family to our south. A daily kibble hunt on the inside is enough for me, thank you very much.
As a Yiddishe ketzel, I know Mama’s porch kitties are schnorrers, beggars who wander from house to house, block to block, to add new feeders to their morning, noon, & evening schedules. Hey, you think I’m making up stories here, because I use the term ” schnorrer”? It’s exactly the opposite from what you think. The professional beggar from the shtetl in the Old World got the idea from us cats who started it thousands of years ago, even before the Egyptians worshipped us as gods.
My point is, when you choose an outdoor career, like our kitties in the ‘hood, you accept the price of uncertainty for your freedom. So, my outdoor rivals – Don’t you know, they would take my place if they could – keep on trucking, make rounds every day, several times a day, to fill their bellies. Hey, if you didn’t have a Jewish American Princess life as I do, what would you do? Play “Ring around the Merry…Ashes, Ashes…we all fall down”?
Think about it, man. Corona Shmona, my adventures with Mama, the Old Man, Mama’s porch kitties, & my ongoing fluids, shmuids from kidney disease – it knocks me out. Geh schloffen like me. You might dream something big…
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