Zhawn says he’s too distracted to post and that everybody likes me better anyway, so why don’t I just post again. So huffy. So bitter.
Zhawn’s worried about this and worried about that all the time. So silly.
Humans just seem to want to make life so complicated. It’s really simple.
Just ask yourself the question: do I have enough money to feed my kitties? If the answer is yes, there’s no problem.
Zhawn keeps my blue bowl full, so what’s the problem?
Zhawn watches movies that make him miserable. The good guy kills the bad guys and he’s a hero and he gets the girl. Zhawn thinks he must be a hero and it makes him miserable when he isn’t. Then he watches movies where the human female is Earth Mother and sprays everything with ammonia or bleach and then farts rose petals and makes it all better. Zhawn makes himself miserable because he doesn’t know anyone like that. Zhawn is miserable when there aren’t any female humans around and Zhawn is miserable when there are human females around. It’s silly. Kitties stray into your yard and then they go home. Sometimes you’re following some interesting smell, minding your own business, and you find yourself in another kitty’s yard. You have a nice visit until you remember your blue bowl and go home. That’s the way things are and just enjoy whatever comes your way. It’s that simple.
Zhawn makes himself miserable because he doesn’t like the cold weather. In cold weather, curl up in the sunbeams. In hot weather, curl up in the shade. At night, snuggle in the cold and sleep next to the wind vents when it’s hot and go out at night when it’s cooler. What’s the problem? What else are you supposed to do?
Sometimes, Zhawn doesn’t want to go anywhere or see anyone and you can’t coax him outside the door with red meat. That makes him miserable because he gets lonely. Then he goes out and who knows what he does, but it makes him miserable and he can’t wait to come home. He’s miserable at home, he’s miserable outside. At least he doesn’t have to wait for some dunderhead human to open the door when he wants in or out. When you are inside, run outside when the door opens. When you’re outside, come inside when the door opens. It’s simple.
Zhawn gets miserable because he has to go to the doctor. I understand. At the doctor’s, they cut off your nuts. I’ve checked and Zhawn still has his nuts. I don’t understand that, but it seems like it ought to be OK if they leave your nuts alone. What’s the problem? Do they give him shots? That’s a lot of shots. Humans must be more frail than kitties, but we ARE the superior species.
Keep crooning, kitties.
Sinatra