Thanks for the Cherrios

The Boss has been pretty busy of late and hasn’t had much time for me or to reflect on how good he’s got it, so I thought I might toss out a bone or two and acknowledge all the goodies.

First, I’d like to thank the Boss and his woman for rescuing me from that polyester-wearing, frumpy woman who baby talked to me all the time. Pleeeeezeeee!

Secondly, I appreciate the few crumbs of Cheerios in the morning. It’s a small thing, really, most significant things are small, but if you ate the same nutritionally balanced nibble every day, a little nugget of human food goes a long way.

Finally, I’m thankful the Boss doesn’t get mad at me when I snore at night. It warmed my heart that he got up and slept with me on the living room couch the other night when I apparently was imitating a Mack truck. Kinda nice to have him all to myself. A small thing, really.

Sadness -- a rich feeling

I miss hangin’ with the Boss. He’s on a job outta town and blows in the house now and then to say ‘hi’ to his woman, and he’s off again. I’m happy for ‘im, though, because he seems happy. Me, I got the armadillo to chase and the dog next door to put in his place.

All the same, I miss the boss. I like the way he fuck’s with me: Calls me “Fur Face” and swats my butt when I’m a little tardy to the door. I go outside, I do the obligatory thing, but I’d rather be curled up against his leg, snoozing while he watches football.

Simple thing, really. Life is full of simple things that slip by often unnoticed. Me, all I got is time to watch ‘em slip by. No job, other than chase the armadillo and check out the chicklets. The Boss ain’t got time for the chicklets. Makes me sad.