The Reflections of a Bookstore Cat

By Henry

Hello to all my cat, and book, lovers once again. I've had a very enlightening week since last we talked and have discovered something I feel the need to tell you. I was minding my own business over the weekend, wandering around my house and looking for something to pass the time when out of nowhere this floppy worm appeared on the floor in front of me.
now where in the heck did you come from?

Now, let me tell you, there is nothing that gets my whiskers in a bunch more than an entitled worm.
And this one was especially bold, just laying there begging me to show him who's boss. So that's exactly what I did, I took him to back to my chair and gave him the ol' Henry treatment

stupid worm!

This led to, what I believed to be, jealousy from my roomie Dickens. However, when I offered him a little alone time with wormy this was the look I received

ummmm...what am I supposed to do with this?

I usually don't spend more than a minute or two swatting my prey around but this guy wouldn't let up.
I would chew on him for a bit and this stubborn thing would just start wiggling around again. I must have worked on him for over 5 minutes (which is like an hour or two in human time I think). I began to think that this worm was some sort of super worm, and then I realized that I was the rube.
This whole time I thought the worm was here to torment me, it turned out it was just using me to get to the humans that live here. How did I come to this conclusion? Simple, I looked up. I looked up and there was that guy with the beard trying to strangle that worm from the other end, and having about as much luck as I was.

crazy bearded guy

Finally, he took it and kept it captured by placing it through some hole restraints that were on his foot. He then wrapped that worm up in a niffty little knot so it would never escape again.

well that seems cruel

Now here is the really weird thing, the thing I feel the need to tell you. I've noticed that it's not just my human that captures worms and jails them to their feet, it's all of them. 9 out of 10 humans that I see through out the day, are wearing these worms on their feet. I'm not saying that I have empathy for these guys, but just put them out of their misery and don't walk around with these macabre trophies attached to your feet. Not only is it kind of cruel, but it drives ME crazy. I mean I am a cat, so it's in my nature to attack things that wiggle and squirm, be them attached at the foot or not.

So I suppose the point I'm trying to make is that there's more than one way to look at things.
If you're scratching your furry head and can't come up with a solution to a problem you're having,
try looking up. Or over. Or down. Or just leave it alone for a bit and come back to it. There may be an answer that you just had not looked for yet. Or may be there is some crazy bearded guy dangling worms above your head and having the same problems as you. All you have to do is look up once in awhile. You never know what your missing.

See ya next time,

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