What? Get up again today? Another perfectly fine Friday about to go down the tubes when I get out of this bed. Sad. Ok. I am up and out the door. Yes. I did dress first. Nut. In my sweet ride siftin' down the highway to my destination where I go to get money to buy treats for my cat companions.
I am not a cat. I would not mind being a cat. If I was a cat owned by me. I would wait at home, while "she" (the woman) went to the place she goes to get money for treats, and greet "her" with a stretch lasting from here 'til tomorrow and a wiggle around "her" ankles disposing of any residue purrfurr lingering on by a hair. haha!! Get it?
Maybe heaven is a place where cats take care of humans. Maybe not. I just want to be equal to my cats. That being a wild dream because they are far more superior than little me. They have figured out the meaning of life. I am still sailing through life fully expecting, at the end, to conclude there is no meaning to life except for... ( here it comes )...
I am here to go to the place I go to get money for treats... Life Is Good...
Dance Everyday and Blush...
