I’ve been thinking, because all cats do that and should do that often. I live a comfortable life. I’m at the top of the food chain here and am top cat of the house, I can demand attention and ignore attention at my leisure, and should I find trouble, my parents make me famous by telling the internets, thus justifying my behavior.

That makes me an ideal cat. I don’t just think that. I know that.

But back to thinking, I live a comfortable life. I know where my food bowl is and if Mom doesn’t sprinkle some kibble in it around 6pm, I know I’m unhappy. When she “kibbles” me, I’m happy, or my belly is happy, which I guess, makes me happy. Now that I’m over my box phase, I know I’m happy snuggling on a kitchen chair and that I have four chairs to choose from. I don’t even mind (much) if the chair covers smell like that bratty little sister who, for fact, is starting to smell like me. Like I said, I’m top cat here. EVERYONE will smell like me eventually.

But again, back to thinking; I swear I’m not losing my train of thought here, I’m satisfied with my life and the time I’ve lived here. I’m thankful Mom and Dad didn’t decide to fill the house with tuxie cats after discovering how charming I turned out. I’m the only tuxie anyone ever needs.

Just because I said I was thankful, don’t confuse thanking with thinking. I’m a thinking cat, not so much a thanking cat. Thanking is for the other cats who should thank me for being a perfect top cat. I think this place would fall apart if I wasn’t. What? You think anyone else could run this place better than me?

Quint: Well, actually . . . we should talk. Better yet, maybe we should think about that.

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A Colehaus Cats flashback:

2023 – Wordless Wednesday
2022 – No post
2021 – Olivia’s all about sharing
2020 – No post
2019 – No post
2018 – No post
2017 – White Patch Wednesday
2016 – No post
2015 – A Random August post
2014 – No post
2013 – Summer’s End Paintings
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