Different Day Cats

What a difference a day makes. She says that is the name of a song, and if I could, I would sing it. After all the rain and thunder, today was just nice and pleasant. Since She was up quite late last night, I had my work cut out for me to wake Her up. She fixed our toast and butter while She was still yawning, but it all turned out OK, and I had five fingers of butter while She ate Her breakfast and read the paper. I stepped on the paper before She could start to read about politics and get all sad and anxious. Right now, She is happy that the President made a speech about what it was like to be a black person. He and She are so proud of how he Presidents, and they don't care what color he is. It is strange for me to think about preferring one color, because cats are lots of different colors. I am brown, like coffee with cream. Kasey is gray, with orange spots here and there, and our old sister, Kate was blue. Cats don't care about color as long as they get kibbles and pets and water. He and She don't care about color, either. They both like people who are nice and polite and helpful. She had students of all colors, and She got along just fine. Here is a story She told us. Once, when She was teaching children of white and black, some important guy asked her how many were black. She said She would have to go look in Her grade book, because she didn't know off the top of Her head. The guy didn't know what to make of it, but I get it. Their color didn't matter to Her. The guy decided it was not a good thing that She didn't know, but Her boss stuck up for Her and gave Her an award. We are having snacks for our dinner tonight, so I don't have high hopes for a nice plate to lick. I really can't complain, though, because it was a nice day. Toodles.