“Tabby I havn’t seen you all afternoon.”
“I am on strike.”
“On strike, but it is only workers that strike.”
“I am the hardest worker here. I slave away from morning to evening. My life is one hard fight for survival and now I have had enough. My efforts go unrecognised. Are you insinuating that I am lazy and do nothing all day.”
“Oh, Tabby, I am so sorry, I did not realise you lead such a hard life. It seemed to me that you were sleeping and I did not want to disturb.”
“But you have disturbed, interrupting my deep state of sleep meditation. It is not easy when I rest my weary head on my cushion to relax and a human asks stupid questions. I was deep into nirvana endeavouring to become at one with the feline world and I get a silly remark about not seeing me all afternoon. Of course I am here.”
“You mean that you do not relax when sleeping?”
“I sleep 23 hours and day. It is hard work to force my remaining energy into one hour. I have to eat and drink and ensure that my outside territory is safe from other prowling felines. Even my 23 hour sleep is disturbed when I have to wash myself and change my sleeping position now and again. Sleep is not just sleep, it is an eternal battle with finding the correct position. Do you realise the amount of energy needed to lick my paw and wipe it over my whiskers, and each whisker needs an individual clean. When I awake I am exhausted and then I have to eat. You could also consider the energy I am forced to use to chew on those hard vitamin pellets when I am awake. And producing the occasional hairball also needs concentration to get a perfect shape and form. I refuse to eat another hard vitamin pellet.”
“But that is all you are getting at the moment Tabby. They are healthy and good for you and there is nothing else.”
“Nothing else? That sounds a bit meager.”
“No, I used the last tin of tuna fish yesterday. You will have to wait until tomorrow.”
“Oh, in that case I will break my strike, but only until tomorrow. And now I must hurry. There is only half an hour left before I begin my sleeping exhaustions again. What a life I lead, from one stress to another.”
I was being just like Tabby this morning. My bed was so warm and cozy and I could hear the heat cranking up in the radiators. They they all began to bark … and here we are. Life keeps finding a way to make us WAKE UP when sleep is really the only answer. Ah poor Tabby. Poor we all !
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I am like Tabby every morning, it gets more and more difficult the older I get, but somehow I manage it. Tabby is already active when I arrive in the kitchen and has already made her first morning stroll.
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Dear Tabby, My “little” sister just found the spot of sun on the floor and she’s taken all of it. Too bad it’s hard boards, ha ha. Sometimes she gets on my nerves. Yesterday she kept body-slamming me to get me to play, but I didn’t want to. It was cold in our yard and I wanted to come inside, but no. Our human was obviously in conspiracy with Bear. Sometimes I wish I were an only dog. Sorry for whining. Yours forever and ever, Dusty T. Dog
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I usually avoid sun spots and prefer the shady places. Luckily I do not have to share, although the word does not exist in meow. We felines usually spend our time avoiding each other. We do not play, just exercise. Sounds a dogs life can also be exhausting. I ventured outside yesterday but there was a cold wind blowing, so returned inside and slept on our carpet under the table.
Tabby T. Cat
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I believe I not have you out-catted. Have a purrrrfect Xmas.
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Tabby also wishes you a purrfect catmas
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I had not idea the stressful life Tabby leads. Sounds exhausting….
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Poor feline, she had a day and night job
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So funny! My cats do the same thing, love it!
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Of course they do, it is a conspiracy against humans.
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