My Job Interview and Job Hunting Tips for Cats

I decided this week I would help out a little around here by finding myself some part-time work, and I've come to the most interesting conclusion.

ANY JOB THAT INVOLVES STRING IS OUT

I thought I had a good chance at getting a job as a puppeteer. You laugh, but I'm telling you, I was a shoo-in.

I was good at manipulating string and I could make the parrot do anything I wanted it to do. After all, I was a cat, wasn't I?

The interviewer said I had remarkable skill with my paws, but it was the string that was holding me back, distracting me, making me want to play instead.

My furriends, I totally embarrassed myself. I was playing instead of auditioning for the job! I recovered by saying the whole thing should be a cat toy, anyway.

We shook paws and I left, but I learned a lesson. I wasn't going to be like the puppeteer in the Sound of Music...odlayeeeeoooooo, darn it.

Not if there are strings attached!

Here are some suggestions the next time you're out looking for work:

JOB HUNTING TIPS FOR CATS

1. Enter the reception area, meow your arrival, and take a seat. Do not sniff corners, chair legs or turn the butt toward the lady behind the desk.

2. Remember to bring phone numbers for references. No Twitter handles, blog nicknames, or names of best buds now in the slammer.

3. Wear a collar. This is expected. It should be conservative, indicate gender without any over the top flairs. And, this is not the time to play guess my after-shave.

4. Look intelligent. No funny faces or goofy smiles or Tickle Me Elmo imitations.

5. Get to your appointment on time. That means no alleys, no nip stops, and watch the fish breath.

Good luck!

--Tom

Pee ess: We might want to share some of this advice with our woofie furriends, too, hehe!

Born on a Mountaintop

We haven't the foggiest notion how this came about, but the other day, Mom Julie started laughing over what I thought was nothing. Tinker was under this bench-type thing, watching the leaves come down and all she could see was his back and tail.

Now, I know we've probably had enough of the tock subject, so I knew it wasn't that..

Look closely, and what comes to mind?


Big and round with a tail attached?

 Of course! Fess Parker as Davy Crockett and his coon skin cap.

You could put Tinker on your head (your hair might get a little messed up, tho) and you'd get the same look, hehe

So, anyway, with a human around here who has nothing better to do than think up stuff, we salute our own king of the wild furrontier, Tinker.

Heard the temperature is going to drop over the weekend. As my wise old grandpaw Tom always said: "Never pass up an opportunity to cuddle."

The man was never cold a day in his life.

Cheers!

--Tom

'Tocktober Rocks!

Hickory, dickory docks

The first Tom's 'tocks

We're showing off our 'tocks

Miss Anastasia Fluffybottom

They are so fine

Some say divine

::cat calls, whistles::

 But, I'm hiding mine

         In a box!

Happy October, furriends!

--Tom

Forgiving Fate

They gave us joy and we miss them so. Words are so difficult as expressions of grief run deep and can only be translated in times of silent sorrow. In knowing them, however briefly, we were blessed:

Angels Trapper, the first Tom, and Vinny;our friend Lee Hudson and others close to our loved ones

For the rest of us, we promise to live strong--guided by friends, hope and prayer, and not least of all, love and caring.

--Tom, Mom Julie, Mitty, Tinker and Anastasia

(We don't expect comments today as so many are doing their own special remembrances which we all share. We just don't know how to turn off the comments window. ~Blessings~)

Mr. Oblivious

No matter what goes on around me, I can sleep right through it. My totally calm repose is really funny sometimes, and I was thinking it might be something to try in my post for this week.

Here we go:

::door slams:: "I can't start the car. Where is the number for triple A? What do you mean our membership's expired?"

::phone rings and rings:: "Who the heck is that? It's not even eight o'clock in the morning yet!!"


                                              !!!!!!!!::woman screams on TV::!!!!!!!!!

"Oh, my God, did you see what they did to that guy? And, he's getting away!!!"

::sounds of leaf blower, lawn mower and chain saw in the woods:: "What is this? What happened to Sunday being a day of rest, for pete's sake?"

 

"@!!*#*&^! Where's my other sock?  Why can't I find my sock? I'm late, late, LATE!!"

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz..........

                                                           

Well, furriends, that's what goes on around me. I still haven't figured out, with all the stress humans are under, why it is they live longer than we do and we only stick around for about fifteen to twenty years..

Hmmm....

--Tom

Don't Touch That Dial

I let Mom Julie make up the titles to my blog and I'm not sure I really know what she means by that. I think it's a human expression having to do with TV in ancient times.

Anyhow, besides the commercials on human TV, we cats also watch a little bird TV

Although sometimes they're in black and white

Always more appetizing easier to see in winter without the leaves

I sure could use a bib as I drool all over myself watching them

Then, there's butterfly TV

We don't want to forget squirrel/chipmunk TV but we couldn't find the channel at the moment, hehe..

And then..there's Fox News!

Isn't he/she cute?  A little bigger than we are, but not by much. Grey foxes don't bother kitties, just critters much smaller. And, you know what? Aesop was right. They do eat grapes! (when they can reach them, that is :) Mom Julie throws out bread every now and then and we get a visit. I really love this channel!

So, there you have it. We don't need a signal, don't need a dish, and don't need a dial or remote. We kitties are easily entertained and if the windows/doors are open, that's even better!

Hugs and a restful weekend to everyone.

--Tom

Mr. Snakey Exercise (Huff, Puff!)

Forget paw-lates.

Our Anastasia has busted her buttons from all the good life weight she's gained. What makes it worse is she's not one to exercise or play. We couldn't get her interested in chasing a flashy ball, nom anything catnip, or chase mousies...

UNTIL

Mr. Snakey!

Desperate to get her interested in something, Mom Julie had a toy fishing rod lying around and attached an old collar to it. It had a bell, so it made noise as she swung it around Anastasia's head and..

She went crazy!

She just had to get him, over and over again!

Everything was going so well--then..

Oh, no!

She stopped.

Flat-out, I'm done, don't-bother-me-I'm eating-now, finished.

Can you believe it?

She says she worked up an appetite!

Let me have at that bad boy!

Hope you have a happy, toy-filled weekend!

--Tom