Out-Numbered
A little while ago I was in the kitchen, puttering around, trying to straighten things up a bit before the work week starts. Well, I am in the kitchen, right, and of course that means we're going to have FancyFeast. Doesn't it, says Cyrrie? Sorry, but no it doesn't. Not tonight. But Cyrrie is not persuaded, and pretty soon he has allies. Can you picture a tiny kitchen full of 922 cats and "kittens" - all milling about, staring piteously, little pink mouths open, begging, pleading... I can't wait 'til they really get organized - maybe form a union. (What do we want? FancyFeast! When do we want it? NOW!)
posted by Lizzy at 9:02 PM
3 Comments:
that is too funny Our pets want to form a union, both the doggie and the kitties are comming to a consensis and working out the agreement. Me, management, hasnt a prayer
Chuckled right out loud - "management" - I admit, I hadn't taken the analogy to it's too logical conclusion...
But Lizzy, you work some weekends too, it seems.
Well, here's hoping labour sees that there's more of a co-op situation here and works with you.
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