I’s Muhnday, me favor-rite daze of the week.
And the first thing I deal with on Muhnday is feed the shop kittehs. Funny how the population of them grows when foodies comes availablem. Skitty is ‘my’ shop kat, and the friendly one that cuddles and insists on lap.
But Muhndaze is when I return after a 72, and they ALL swear there hasn’t been on crumb of kibble to be had,,,, (which I know is BS cuz bossman puts out a big plate of kibble every eve.)
And the behby kittehs are my main concern since theyz still littlez. I make sure they get their share. And while all of them (‘cept Skitty) are feral, not love to the foodie bringer. “Just feed US!!!”
And its then that I get a chance to somewhatsorta tame the behbies. They let me pet them now, so long as they are gorging themselves. Hunger over-rides intimidation.
And one is starting to hang out closer, though still a certain amount of ‘dont touch me’ going on; he will come within a foot of a beckoning hand. (His name is little Pale since he looks just like his daddy, Big Pale, formerly known as ‘Pale’. Yellow tigerstriped tabby cats, but washed out colors.) His sib ‘Red’ is the growly one and not anywhere near friendly, but will tolerate a stroke or two before skedaddling off just out of reach. But only for foodies.
I’ve said it many times, things are gonna have to get much worse before people rise up, or ‘lose the intimidation’. Unfortunately I can also see a large portion going for the easy meals of promises by totalitarians. A plan for being last on the train the goolag is still a plan to board the train,, (paraphrased from Arthur Sido ) just like my little buddy Lil’Pale,,, he is starting to see me as a hero, where his brudder is still that wild n free BFYTW Kitteh. I aint the totalitarian, but the situation is analogous to a potential future in any society.
More later,,, work to do on this pleasant weather Muhnday
