Cash Cats

Today I want to talk to you about money. Kasey and I don't need money, because we get whet we need by a system called barter. It works like this. We have nice comfy places to sleep and lie around. We get brushed and groomed. We get kibbles and treats. We get nice laps to snuggle on, and we get pets and skritches. All of this is not free, of course. In return for it, we have to look cute and handsome, We have to be there when They need a cat on a lap, or arm, or chest.  We have to patrol, in case a bug gets in. We have to stalk all imaginary perils, and of course, we have to wake Them up. Since we can't tell what time it is, this wake-up call might just be in the middle of the night.  That is more than He and She have to do to get what They need. Oh, sure, He works a lot on His projects, but He doesn't get paid for that.  He says He will someday, but mostly he doesn't go to work for pay.  She doesn't go to work either. She just sits around, visits with Her computer friends, talks on the phone, and watches Her shows. Oh, yes, and She works Her puzzles to try and keep Her mind fit. She needs to work a lot of puzzles, because She forgets a lot of words. At least She remembers where She is going when She is in Her car. So it turns out someone puts money in Their banks every so often. I guess that is why She is very particular about money. He, on the other hand only knows how to spend money. She keeps some money in a special bank, so He doesn't get into it and spend it. It is the money for Their insurance and taxes. She calls it an S-crow. Sometimes He wishes He were rich. She says She is already rich, because She counts all Her beloveds. And don't forget, She has a picture of Herself with Her darling Eddie. Who needs to be richer than that? She says.
No idea what to have for dinner. Might I suggest - fish?  Goodnight, readers.