“Look Mrs. Human, I am famous. I have more than one thousand neighbours on my Cat Chronicles. I have left a pawmark in the feline hall of fame.”
“Well done Tabby, you mean someone actually reads your daily chronicles.”
“Of course they do, I am the best.
I would like to take this opportunity to thank all my faithful followers for promoting my web site and recognising its brilliance and individuality. It was a small pawstep for a Tabby cat, but a big step for the feline race. Of course I would like to thank my ancestors that were burnt with their witches, my many half brothers and sisters, which shall remain unknown as mum lost the count somewhere, and of course my constant efforts to prolong the perfection of my written words. I am the best, I am good and my writings are now earning the recognition that they deserve.
What more can I say. I, me and myself achieved this goal. It was all my own work and effort pawing relentlessly on my blog daily, wiping the sweat from my brow with my whiskers, and constantly writing my famous words of wisdom.”
“Er Tabby, just a moment, you are usually sleeping and I have to wake you to write anything. You have never pawed, I do all the writing.”
“Of course you do Mrs. Human, you cannot expect such an important feline as myself to indulge in such common work. I am here to organise and that can be very exhausting. Think of how many daily feline prompts I have designed in the past years. It was not an easy task, especially as I had to take a rest now and again to fulfil my sleeping challenges, but I did it. All on my own with my own feline thoughts of leaving my paw mark behind in this world of feline litereature. My writings on the quality of tuna fish, of keeping the claws sharp. Tabby first, Tabby second and the rest follow to promote my feline words of wisdom.
Thankyou everyone for this recognition of my paragon virtues of being perfect, the best. I accept this award in my usual humble way. Tabby forever.”
“Ok, Tabby, I think we all got the message.”
“Just saying Mrs. Human, are you jealous?”
“No, of course not Tabby, it was a deserved award. Perhaps a little modesty would be called for.”
“Modesty? Does not exist in meow.”