Well, Who's To Be The Boss Now?

 

            You know how it goes. Suzy likes to talk things over at least once during the day. Just so we both know what’s going on.
            Once more, she applied for my attention from her spot at my elbow, with the usual creaky M’kyow?
            “Time for a meeting?” I said. I stopped typing to listen to her.
            “Well, yeah,” she said. “Since Willie gave us the slip the other day, there are some things yet to be determined. You know?”
            “I bet I can guess what, but go ahead. Lay it on me,” I said.
            “The big thing is…who is to be boss cat around here! Surely it can’t be that big hairy goof, Mr. Baby, as if!” she huffed.
            “Suzy, we’ve already established that you have very small toes. The rest of you is also small. Do you think there is enough of you to carry out a leadership position?” I asked her, swiveling my chair to face her.
            “Yep. Leadership isn’t a size thing, Lady. It’s intensity, and having a plan for all occasions! It doesn't hurt to be Cautious™ either. In fact, it’s essential,” she insisted. “Mr. Baby is not Watching™, nor is he Listening™! He’s either sleeping or eating!”
            “Be fair!” I said. “You sleep a lot too, and do a little eating.”
            “I am being fair,” she said. “This is a natural shift. I’m the next most important cat around here!”
            “Maybe not for long!” I said. “I know something you don’t know…”
            “Oh yeah? What could that possibly be?” she inquired.
            “Well, what you don’t know is that Charley cat is coming back for an extended stay! She might be here for a long time, Suzy! Do you think that you can provide leadership for that little fire cracker?”
            “Oh, heck! Really? Let me think about this,” she murmured thoughtfully.
            “I believe, well what I hear is that Charley has matured into quite a serious cat. A cat with a sense of her own gravitas and authority,” I said.
            “We’ll see about that,” Suzy said, firmly.
            “Poor old Mr. Baby Sir,” I said. I returned to my keyboard then.
            I could only hope that it wasn’t a matter of pecking order, but rather of mutual admiration, and care for each other!
            “By the way, Suze,” I said to her retreating tail, “I happened to know that when you pop Mr. Baby on the nose, it only means that you like him! A lot!”
            “Ha!” she said, heading for the back of the recliner out in the living room. "He's a big cry-baby, scaredy-cat!"

            She loves him, for sure!

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