Oh, dear, while checking on a blog to see if there was a new post that would lend itself to whimsical joshing – perhaps a few tongue and cheek verbal tennis ball lobs between another comment leaver and me, I was stopped in my tracks by one of the sections of the frequently changing banner.
YES. THAT. UP THERE. I believe I have seen it before, but apparently simply scanned it because I came away with the snooty cat image as being exasperating to the lovable and loyal with eyes-that-would-melt-your-heart dog image.
Now, that I have let my eyes actually take the whole thing in, I am in a state of reflection; no, no, that’s wrong. I am upset. Do I have the same characteristics as a cat? (And I am skimming over any reference to catty remarks here)
How can I be in a category with cats? All those funny posters and comics that highlight how cats are more like staff than friends. And that book: 101 Things to Do With a Dead Cat. When we lived in Chicago, I bought it and casually mentioned it to a neighbor who was thrilled because her husband had been looking all over for it. He couldn’t find a copy because I assume so many people had swarmed bookstores to buy this tome by a kindred spirit.
It is so much to take in at one time. Shocking, actually. At Christmas time too!!
no no no… cats are not like staff…. they are like the rich snooty millionaires and we are the staff….
But I should explain that we, meaning thee and me, are NOT like rich snooty millionaires. We are just strong independent women who don’t need staff.
Yes, I erred in the post. The sentence including “that highlight how cats are more like staff than friends.” should have read “that highlight how to cats we are more like staff than friends.”
When the grandkids were little, they got me to watch CatDog and I always cringed when Cat buffaloed Dog. Sorry, couldn’t resist the three animal phrase there.