Whisper-Kitten
Hero
Say that you walk in on your cat puffing away, he puts the cig down and says to you "Fred, -he calls you this because he has that decided all humans are called Fred- things are good here. You give me clean water, good food, a nice red beam to amuse myself with, and a solid square box to drop my chocolate treats for the dog in. But you know what would make life tops, Fred? I mean just aces? A nice pack of Virginia slims every day. And I mean you can afford it. The wife has a nice rock on her finger, kids have those idiot boxes they always walking around looking at, tripping over me in the process I might add, and you have that nice posh car out there that you really dont need at your age. Don't I deserve it, Fred? I let you dress me up in ridiculous clothes with no complaint all the time for gods sake. And if you dont buy them then who knows what might happen. Maybe I yowl in your ear all night long. Maybe I lay on your face and smother you while you sleep. Maybe I hack a hairball in your bowl of cheerios. Who can say. Do the right thing here, Fred. BTW, the wife is dating the Gardner. Thats a freebie for you.






