Cats Who Think

In the midst of all the flurry of activity of things that must be done, He and She spent a wonderful morning with Their Thinking Friends. He and She say it is like therapy, going to talk and listen with people who are smart, sensible and loving. You can be sure of that, because the place where They go has a beautiful cat. I guess She doesn't know how to spell the name of that cat, because She never writes it down. It was a good question about whether the good people will win, or the greedy, selfish people. They all seem to wish it will be the good guys, but the others have more money, which They say gives people power. Kasey and I think the people who love cats are the best people, and everything should go their way. She says we can't vote.
He picked up His mother's new car today, and got insurance for it. It has so many things - He calls them bells and whistles - that it will take awhile to learn them all. I looked out the window, and did not see one single bell or hear even one whistle. Humans talk funny sometimes. Lucky for Him, He is smart, and will learn all the new stuff.
A few dozen more phone calls, and they will relax. It looks like everything is going to be done in time for His mother to move. Well, at least she will be closer, so They don't have to drive so far.
Dinner tonight is chicken, and I think She is making potatoes that are orange instead of white. I think I will pass them up and just mooch some chicken. Cheerio, friends.