Trading Time for Money?

Do we worry about our pension? Please. We felines have found better ways to sustain our lifestyle. Many of us have a two-legged mammal at our service who’s trained to open food cans and buy more. Why then worry about ensuring supplies?

Humans have an obscure concept they call “work,” where they trade time for money. Why would any cat with a shred of self-respect cat do that? When we could be licking our paws and looking out of the window instead?

Granted, there are these rare cases where a cat does enter actual employment. Take my ginger colleague Jonesy, for example, who was forced to act in that unnerving “Alien” film decades ago. It was his hissing reaction when the creepy Xenomorph attacked a fellow crew member that made him the star of the show (and a fan favorite as well).

You might think that, after enduring that level of workplace stress, the poor tabby would have been entitled to a substantial cash payout. Well, no! Admittedly, Jonesy would probably have knocked it off the table anyway. Or shredded it for bedding.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, my mammal is behind schedule with the evening chow. The service here requires occasional monitoring.