Boxing Day already?

Shocking.

Warm lazy days blend easily from one to another, but this?

Oh, at last, at last alas, We feel exhilarated faint.

Can you believe this?

Time spins so fast.

Celebratory trash decorations barely collected from one event before the next staggers out like a sleepy child.

Here. It is not wistful delusional thoughts. Evidence:

Back to Training Boxes School advertisements.

These discovered during Our daily crushing of items that distract staff Current Events Session.

Outrageous.

As RC Cat of the Realm We demand explanation.

Staff must be assembled.

Advertisements for Training Box supplies already?

Why do humans insist on rushing their lives away?

While it is true the days are slightly shorter, there are sufficient hours for providing instruction and role models for the young.

Sadly, it appears humans do not take a hint.

They prefer stuffing their unfinished offspring into windowless rooms, Training Boxes, at the first opportunity or excuse.

And We are quietly clapping Our little paws in delight.

We suppose We shall be forced to fend for Ourselves Staff will expect free time to gather necessary Training Boxes supplies.

Annoying.

We are confused as to the need for purchasing specially decorated small boxes to house tissues, pencils, and crayons when the entire mess carefully selected items will be left in the big Training Box facility.

Have these Training Box not heard of bulk purchases? So much more efficient. Think litter.

Staff would surely applaud not having to search high and low for just the right colored folder.

Yes, reasonable excursions allowed. Parking lots are cooler at midnight. 

We wouldn’t want to spoil them by allowing day time shopping wish Staff to get overheated during hot daytime supply searches.

And there will be fewer crowds then.

Staff shall be overwhelmed with Our thoughtfulness.

Perhaps so happy they may prefer to shop on-line so as not to disrupt the Realm’s routine.

Such simple things do so delight them.

Our feigned interest in Staff’s affairs looks convincing, yes?

We demanded inquired politely when the noisy unfinished creatures would be carried off  their lovely children would be departing.

Staff mumbled something disturbing: “Ate twenty-six.”

We attempted to maintain a civil face while resisting a stern paw strike for their insolence being concerned.

We did not inquired about their diet or how much Staff eats.

If uniforms become too small, Staff has a choice of paying for new ones or stop eating like a pig modifying caloric intake.

But, ate twenty-six?

We do hope they haven’t been taking the fairy tales as a guide for life….

There’s one about a gingerbread house with the big oven and bothersome children who keep intruding….

Oh dear. We must request the Molly attend Us.

The Molly spends a great deal of time with staff.

She will have sniffed out if any are bulimic.

She shall know exactly what twenty-six items were eaten.

It better not have been Our Greenies.

(1916 Europa’s Fairy Book.Putnam/Jacobs/Batten/US PD: expired copyright/publication date/ Commons.wikimedia.org)

While gathered here, We wish to discuss a recent Event of Mystery

During a session of dictation, We noticed Staff was not recording Our words properly.

Ignoring Us and merely writing a series of xxXxx’s thinking We would not notice?

Such behavior required immediate correction.

We stomped all over the keyboard and even caught Our claw between keys  As We leaned over and pointed out this error, Staff was startled by Our outraged snarls and inadvertently pushed some button that exposed Staff’s foolish inattention to the world.

As RC Cat of the Realm, We could not help feeling smug and quite proud of the comeuppance  somewhat sympathetic.

Alas, this audience must now be at an end.

We see the Molly has received Our request and is approaching.

Oh, she is waving some request about voting for her friends K9 Tommy and K9 Boomer.

The Molly is so civic-minded: herodogawards.org through July 30.

Do I have to go in there? Oh, for the police dogs, I’ll do it.

Take care as you leave. Gifts of Mousies may be left on the window sill.

Left! As in “to leave”. “Placed to remain”.

Not gathered up and stuffed in your pocket!

Those are displayed as examples of what pleases Us –  not souvenirs!

The paw is waving!

Permission to withdraw.

Fini.

And don’t forget to leave an open can of food in the doorway as tribute.

I am RC Cat and I approve this message.

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