Good Cats

Readers, if you have a chance to listen to the humans without saying anything, you will hear some very peculiar stuff.  For example today is another human special day, and it must be kind of minor, because we still get mail. This day is named Good Friday. When you ask them why, they say the story is that one of their favorite gods was killed on this day a couple thousand years ago. I cannot quite figure out how that makes it good, but that's what they call it. I decided Kasey and I can call ourselves good cats, as long as you don't need to have reasons. Wait a minute, Cofs, She says to me. The people who believe in this call it good because it was the beginning of a process. The name came after they finished the process. OK. I am still puzzled, but She says I will have an answer in a few days. He and She don't believe what lots of other people believe about this killing thing, since They believe in nature and order and stuff like that. I honestly don't know how humans hold all this stuff in their heads.  One of the beliefs is that you should eat a lot of fish, so She is fixing fish for our dinner tonight. Now that is a belief that works for me.
I will be especially glad to have some of that fish tonight, because of the thing that happened this morning. When He fills our regular dishes with kibbles, He takes the dish away, fills it, then brings it back. Well, today He forgot to bring it back. I had to bother Her three or four times until she went to check. No wonder, She said, and brought the food to the eating place. He and She are good people. No one has to kill them to prove it. Oddy-ose.