Did everyone survive Thanksgiving? How about Black Friday?
My cat, Jasper, is trying to recover:
He’s a glutton like that! He didn’t have any turkey, because it’s bad for him, but he called me into a meeting this morning. He said that I wasn’t representing the hard lives of the cat population in a proper manner. So here it is, the hard life of a cat. I’m representin’ now, Jasper!
It must be hard to lie upside down in a bed all day long, have your food brought to you, and get loved on constantly. But I guess he has a point, because there is blonde dog hair (thank you Moose and Jacob) that he has to lay upon. I’m sure he’ll be filing a complaint with upper management after the holidays. Little does he know, I’m upper management!
Then again, the cat is always upper-management, which just makes me human resources!