Yesterday, out of the blue, 2 weird things happened: 1. The Old Man decides to bring Binx inside to weigh him; 2. The top dog of CA decides to shut down the state. What’s their problem? Don’t they know it’s safer to let 4-legged & 2-legged animals do their business outside? I don’t get their logic. Besides, the Old Man is an engineer. He should know better. I’m an indoor cat, so I have a litter box, 3 actually, 1 more than Mama & the Old Man. Binx is an outdoor cat who can pee & poop anywhere he wants on the outside. Why bring him inside? I’m the top cat here. This is MY TURF for 17 years & 4 months. The NERVE of them!
Sure, I’m an older indoor cat with kidney disease. So what! I’m not dead yet. I’ve got choices, man. So, I showed them. Maybe what I did can help the top dog take better control of his turf. So, what did I do?
How simple it was: a piece of cake, a cupcake even, perfectly formed, 6 feet away from my litter box in the family room, where I do my best thinking, napping, hunting for lost kibble from Mama’s kibble toss.
Hey, Mama says we females must have a voice, so I voiced my opinion of Binx on my turf. And it was socially distanced from my litter box. So there. I dare the top dog of this corona shmona state to do any better. As Mama says more and more often these crazy days, “Minnie is my teacher. The world would be a better, cleaner place, if we lived more simply like Minnie Pooh…”
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