Wow! I was laying here, nearly sound asleep, when it occurred to me I’m the Bestest cat ever, and yet, no one’s told me that for the longest time. Boy, did that thought ever wake me up! I can’t even remember the last time Dad told me I was the bestest cat. Mom says I “might” be the bestest Tuxie but isn’t there a contract somewhere that states all Mom’s have to proclaim such things? I think there is therefore, there is, and further therefore, Mom doesn’t count.

Ha! *snort* You think you’re the bestest cat because someone said you were? I’m told that every week and there’s no contract that says Moms or Dads have to say it. It simply is a fact. What you are is the bestest cat who gets into trouble more than any cat should, that’s what you’re the bestest at. Trouble.

Well, I was just getting around to stating I’m the Bestest cat ever . . . who gets into trouble before someone interrupted me. And maybe the reason I haven’t heard that confirmed from Dad is *gulp* maybe I haven’t been living up to my usual trouble standards lately? Is that possible? If I didn’t know better, I’d think maybe that means . . . I’m not a young scrappy, trouble-determined cat anymore? Now, that’s worth thinking about.

Editor’s note: Oh, don’t worry. Tessa continues to find trouble often. Just the other day, she snagged chicken pieces out of a container that someone named Dad left temporarily unguarded on the kitchen counter – also where Tessa knows she’s not supposed to be.

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A Colehaus Cats flashback:

2025 – No post
2024 – Six Word Wednesday
2023 – Other Things
2022 – No post
2021 – No post
2020 – Cats Who Sing, Episode 10
2019 – What’s on Quint’s Mind?
2018 – No post
2017 – No post
2016 – No post
2015 – Friday Flashback with Quint
2014 – No post
2013 – Wordless Wednesday
2012 – No post