“I’m going to call a PowerPurr™,”
Suzy told Willie one day, from her special perch on the back of the recliner.
“Why, did you lose your marble?” snickered Willie. He was lounging on the sewing machine desk. From there he could keep an eye on the bird feeder, even though it was getting quite dark outside. The flash of grey wings distracted him momentarily.
“I know where it is, which does me no good,” said Suzy. “It rolled under the fridge.”
“Bad luck, Suze. Now the mice will have their way with it!” said he.
“No, Willie, this is something I have been thinking about. I want to talk to Toots and Sammie about it, and Buddy if he will come,” said Suzy.
“What is it this time?” Willie drawled.
“We cats aren’t getting the respect we deserve! Something needs to be done, and I think I know what,” said Suzy. “They say they love us, but is that enough? I wonder! Think about this! She won’t let me examine her yarn!”
“I can’t figure that one out. You can’t eat it. What good is it?” inquired her brother.
“I don’t know. It’s just hypnotically compelling to see those colored strings twitch and leap up to her needles….” Suzy looked dreamy for a moment. Then she snapped out of it.
“We deserve our own special day of the week, as a sign of respect. I’m calling Toots right now! You can come too, if you can tear yourself away from the bird feeder, Willie!”
“I might listen, just to make sure you don’t put me in the bight somehow!” said Willie.
Suzy squeezed her eyes shut, to concentrate. Then she realized she couldn’t see anybody up here on the recliner, so she made her way to the shiny glass of the sliding door. She looked deeply into the dark behind the shine.
“Toots! Are you there? Is Sammie around? Can we talk?” she called silently. It was quiet for a minute or so.
“Yeah, we’re here. What’s up Suzy?” said Toots from her favorite window.
“I’m calling Buddy, and Charley, and that big fluff head, Mr. Baby Sir too!” said Suzy.
“Yo!” said Buddy. He was kinda bored. So, this was just what the, um, vet ordered.
“What? Who is this? What do you want?” said Charley.
“Hey, babies! Who loves ya?” said Mr. Baby. “Who’s calling anyhow?”
“This is Suzy, and that lump Willie is eavesdropping. I am calling this meeting for an important reason! I’m sure you will have to agree,” Suzy said to the shiny dark glass window.
“I can’t wait,” said Charley.
“I’m game,” said Buddy.
“Lay it on me, Suzy. Your word is my command. That’s a joke by the way,” said Mr. Baby. He always laughed at his own jokes.
“This is the deal,” said Suzy. “We aren’t getting the adulation and respect we deserve as lions. Admittedly small lions. No matter. We need to change this!” Her voice trembled!
“OK, OK,” said Buddy. “Take it easy, Suzy. What’s the plan?”
“I say we declare Wednesday to be Cat’s Day!” announced Suzy. “On Wednesdays we get to do anything we want, and they have to respect us! What good is love without respect? I ask you all! Just love is pretty weak sauce!”
“Oy vey!” said Charley. Nobody knew she was Jewish, but it made sense in a way. Her rather acerbic attitude was well known.
“You know about Caturday, right?” said Charley.
“I think that’s a joke on the internet,” said Suzy. “This is serious!”
“How do you suggest that we inform our people that Wednesdays are now special days for cats?” said Toots, sensibly. Sammie nodded into the glass.
“We go on strike on Wednesdays until they notice us and start doing things right!” said Suzy. “No more nice kitty! No more sweety pie snuggles and belly ups! We demand our rights! We yowl! We hiss! We might even bite!” Suzy stood before the glass with fire in her eyes!
“Oh, that always works real good,” said Mr. Baby Sir, who knew a thing or two. “Why don’t you bag that plan? Believe me, it won’t work!”
“Suzy,” said Toots, “What’s the problem, really? Usually you are such a nice girl. A little excitable, but nice. What has radicalized you like this?”
“I don’t like that dumb Sheba cat food,” said Suzy. “It stinks! Dogs like it! Ew!”
“Suzy! Earth calling,” said Willie. “She bought two flats of that chicken stuff you like. I don’t think you have a case. Also, I like love. Love is warm and round and smells good. Respect without love has corners and hidden dangers. You don’t like danger, do you, Suzy?”
“No,” Suzy admitted. She sat back down, looking a little stunned at herself.
“Great meeting!” said Mr. Baby, giggling. “Did we get anywhere?”
“It would have been a circle, but it didn’t roll,” said Charley.
“Oh, don’t give her a hard time,” said Sammie. “We don’t like those Sheba things much either. I think they make them to smell good to people so they will buy them!”
“Our lady had a hard time opening them too,” said Willie. “But I don’t think she will buy any more of them. We made our feelings known quite adequately.”
“What shall we do now, Suzy,” inquired Toots kindly.
“Let’s just call it a night. I’m tired,” said Suzy. “I guess I really don’t have much of a problem after all.”
“Very well,” said Toots. “This meeting is adjourned. And, if you think about it, it seems to me that every day is Cat’s Day for us. We must Purr™ for those who are not so fortunate. Let us bow our heads now in our own places and be thankful!”
And so they did, each in his or her own place. Each realized that love, with a little respect worked in, was best.
“Why, did you lose your marble?” snickered Willie. He was lounging on the sewing machine desk. From there he could keep an eye on the bird feeder, even though it was getting quite dark outside. The flash of grey wings distracted him momentarily.
“I know where it is, which does me no good,” said Suzy. “It rolled under the fridge.”
“Bad luck, Suze. Now the mice will have their way with it!” said he.
“No, Willie, this is something I have been thinking about. I want to talk to Toots and Sammie about it, and Buddy if he will come,” said Suzy.
“What is it this time?” Willie drawled.
“We cats aren’t getting the respect we deserve! Something needs to be done, and I think I know what,” said Suzy. “They say they love us, but is that enough? I wonder! Think about this! She won’t let me examine her yarn!”
“I can’t figure that one out. You can’t eat it. What good is it?” inquired her brother.
“I don’t know. It’s just hypnotically compelling to see those colored strings twitch and leap up to her needles….” Suzy looked dreamy for a moment. Then she snapped out of it.
“We deserve our own special day of the week, as a sign of respect. I’m calling Toots right now! You can come too, if you can tear yourself away from the bird feeder, Willie!”
“I might listen, just to make sure you don’t put me in the bight somehow!” said Willie.
Suzy squeezed her eyes shut, to concentrate. Then she realized she couldn’t see anybody up here on the recliner, so she made her way to the shiny glass of the sliding door. She looked deeply into the dark behind the shine.
“Toots! Are you there? Is Sammie around? Can we talk?” she called silently. It was quiet for a minute or so.
“Yeah, we’re here. What’s up Suzy?” said Toots from her favorite window.
“I’m calling Buddy, and Charley, and that big fluff head, Mr. Baby Sir too!” said Suzy.
“Yo!” said Buddy. He was kinda bored. So, this was just what the, um, vet ordered.
“What? Who is this? What do you want?” said Charley.
“Hey, babies! Who loves ya?” said Mr. Baby. “Who’s calling anyhow?”
“This is Suzy, and that lump Willie is eavesdropping. I am calling this meeting for an important reason! I’m sure you will have to agree,” Suzy said to the shiny dark glass window.
“I can’t wait,” said Charley.
“I’m game,” said Buddy.
“Lay it on me, Suzy. Your word is my command. That’s a joke by the way,” said Mr. Baby. He always laughed at his own jokes.
“This is the deal,” said Suzy. “We aren’t getting the adulation and respect we deserve as lions. Admittedly small lions. No matter. We need to change this!” Her voice trembled!
“OK, OK,” said Buddy. “Take it easy, Suzy. What’s the plan?”
“I say we declare Wednesday to be Cat’s Day!” announced Suzy. “On Wednesdays we get to do anything we want, and they have to respect us! What good is love without respect? I ask you all! Just love is pretty weak sauce!”
“Oy vey!” said Charley. Nobody knew she was Jewish, but it made sense in a way. Her rather acerbic attitude was well known.
“You know about Caturday, right?” said Charley.
“I think that’s a joke on the internet,” said Suzy. “This is serious!”
“How do you suggest that we inform our people that Wednesdays are now special days for cats?” said Toots, sensibly. Sammie nodded into the glass.
“We go on strike on Wednesdays until they notice us and start doing things right!” said Suzy. “No more nice kitty! No more sweety pie snuggles and belly ups! We demand our rights! We yowl! We hiss! We might even bite!” Suzy stood before the glass with fire in her eyes!
“Oh, that always works real good,” said Mr. Baby Sir, who knew a thing or two. “Why don’t you bag that plan? Believe me, it won’t work!”
“Suzy,” said Toots, “What’s the problem, really? Usually you are such a nice girl. A little excitable, but nice. What has radicalized you like this?”
“I don’t like that dumb Sheba cat food,” said Suzy. “It stinks! Dogs like it! Ew!”
“Suzy! Earth calling,” said Willie. “She bought two flats of that chicken stuff you like. I don’t think you have a case. Also, I like love. Love is warm and round and smells good. Respect without love has corners and hidden dangers. You don’t like danger, do you, Suzy?”
“No,” Suzy admitted. She sat back down, looking a little stunned at herself.
“Great meeting!” said Mr. Baby, giggling. “Did we get anywhere?”
“It would have been a circle, but it didn’t roll,” said Charley.
“Oh, don’t give her a hard time,” said Sammie. “We don’t like those Sheba things much either. I think they make them to smell good to people so they will buy them!”
“Our lady had a hard time opening them too,” said Willie. “But I don’t think she will buy any more of them. We made our feelings known quite adequately.”
“What shall we do now, Suzy,” inquired Toots kindly.
“Let’s just call it a night. I’m tired,” said Suzy. “I guess I really don’t have much of a problem after all.”
“Very well,” said Toots. “This meeting is adjourned. And, if you think about it, it seems to me that every day is Cat’s Day for us. We must Purr™ for those who are not so fortunate. Let us bow our heads now in our own places and be thankful!”
And so they did, each in his or her own place. Each realized that love, with a little respect worked in, was best.
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Adieu, and Meow!
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