Mom has been sneaking around now, trying to catch me doing different things, but the most she says she ever finds me doing is napping. I think she wants to catch me at the keyboard, typing my Blog, but I only work on this when she is away at the pharmacy for the day.
So here I am perched in my “cat tree” which is also, not only a “Lazee Boy” recliner, but a scratching post, too. In the mornings, Mom and I have a routine. I jump in the round bottom part of this post and she plays with me. I try to act like a wild cat to scare her by leaping around and grabbing at anything she flaps in my face, but after a while, all that jumping gets a bit tiring and I have to quit. I prefer to sit here and observe life.
Mom took a cat to clinic the other day who was named, M.O.T.O., which stood for “Merely Observing The Obvious.” Sometimes I feel like that is what I do all day long: watch everything and critique. Maybe my motto in life should be “M. O. T. O.” I am, after all, always scrutinizing my surroundings and stating the obvious about life.
For example, is it not obvious that humans are too busy? Why do they feel the need to have “to-do” lists and calendars and phones clipped on their hips to tell them how important they are because they are so overworked? I think that if you are truly important, you are like a cat. You have staff who takes care of the to-do lists and you get to snooze in the sun.
My advice is find someone else to do it. Delegate. Mom does everything for me.
I will have more to say in later observations about my new “M.O.T.O. motto.”
Yours (maybe I should delegate someone to write this Blog), Oswald P. Kitten, Esquire
Sitting in my cat tree waiting for a birdie.
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