Exercising Futility, by Guiness the Cat
Hello, it's me, Guiness the Cat, filling in for Debbi once again because she's been too busy all day exercising futility.
Seriously. Like it really needs exercising.
All day long, ever since the piano student left this morning she's been doing this.
First she washed the dishes. I really don't see the point in cleaning things that aren't going to stay clean.
And then she cooked. And then she washed the dishes again.
The same ones.
Then she cooked some more. Now those same dishes are dirty again, and she's going to have to wash them all over.
It makes no sense to me.
I get the food part. Well, actually, I didn't get the food part because she ate all the soup and I didn’t get a drop. I didn't get a lick of the deviled eggs either, and she just barely did. She hauled them off to church--well, except for the ones that she claimed were ugly. Those she ate here. So no one would see how ugly they were, of course. The rest, she hauled off to church and all she brought home was a dirty platter which she's just going to have to wash.
It makes no sense to me. Washing dishes over and over again, knowing they won't stay clean. Fixing food neither of us gets to eat. Makes no sense at all.
She could have spent the day sleeping on a box instead. Like I did.
"It's Thanksgiving ," she told me.
"It's not right bright," I told her. "Now where's my supper? A clean bowl would be nice."
Futility, I tell you. Hmmph. Humans. Makes me thankful I'm a cat.
Sincerely, Guiness the Cat
Content (c) 2014 by Guiness the Cat. May not be used without permission. All rights reserved, and all that other stuff humans say.
Image Credit » Photo (c) 2014 Debbi Craton. May not be used without permission. All rights reserved.