I’m still not happy with you, Dad, for nixing my idea of moving us to the cat island. Or to the cat farm. I’ll admit those ideas “might” have been a bit out there, but I think you should have given them more thought before saying no.

So, how about this . . . since you need a better job and since you have so much corporate america experience, how about we move to a big city, you know, where they have big corporate jobs, and you can look for a new corporate job and I can look for big city corporate cats who I’m sure would be friendly. I mean, corporate cats would take a Niblet like me and with their big city guidance, would turn me into a Niblet powerhouse at making city friends and learning big city ways and when you got a new job, me and all my new corporate cat friends would have your back all the way.

So, when do I pack my favorite box and toys?

Dad: Viola, that sounds very ambitious but life can be very hard in the big city. It’s noisy, full of people and cars, and danger lurks everywhere for kitties. Wouldn’t you miss living here, Viola, where it’s quiet and comfortable for you? Wouldn’t you miss your brother and sisters? Sure, you might not miss Tessa, but surely, you’d miss Mom.

There you go again, Dad. Shooting down my idea, one that might help you too. If life is so rough there, can’t we send . . . a representative to scope out the situation? I elect my sister Tessa. She thinks she’s so street-savvy.

Dad: Viola, we’re not sending anyone away. We’re all in this together and someday, you might just discover all your sisters are your best friends.

*sigh* Oh, nevermind, Dad.

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A Colehaus Cats flashback:

2019 – Amost Wordless Wednesday
2018 – No post
2017 – Multi Ginger Monday
2016 – No post
2015 – Friday Fun
2014 – No post
2013 – Almost Wordless Wednesday – 3 Gingers
2012 – No post