No matter how dedicated one might be, the running of an organization such as Cat’s Cradle can sometimes leave one feeling like she’s at the bottom of a dog-pile of work. Such was the case this month with Cat’s Cradle director Josie.
“Benny, you’re going to have to give me a few days,” she sighed when I called to see if she’d broken down Cat’s Cradle’s budget by foster family, kitten, and phase of the moon the way I recommended. “I just have too much on my plate.”
“Ooh! Like tuna fish? Maybe I can help.”
“Too much to do, Benny. Work. Not food.”
“No tuna?
“No.”
“Well you don’t have to sound so grumpy about it.”
“Sorry, Benny. It’s just that we’ve had the auction last weekend, and we re-opened the Adoption Center, and I had a huge grant to write. And well, I’m tired. And…”
“And?”
“Well, you always call at 3 a.m.. Humans aren’t nocturnal, Benny.”
“That explains why you never take naps in the kitty gym at the Adoption Center. You sleep at night!”
“I try to.”
“What’s that noise?”
“My husband. He wants to know who I’m whispering to at three in the morning.”
“Oh, tell him it’s Benny, one of the cats, and say hi for me.”
She sighed again. “I’ll do that.”
After we hung up, I apprised Freddie of the situation. He cocked his head in concern. “Gee, that’s too bad.”
“I couldn’t agree more. We should help.”
“I know! We could take over the newsletter. You know, What’s up, Pussy Cat. Write it for her.”
“Freddie, you’re a genius.”
“Too true, Benny. Too true. I see it now…”
“What?”
“Headlines, Benny Headlines: Cat Save’s Baby from Burning Building. Kitten Wins Snowboarding Championship at Massanutten. Freddie Crowned… Roommate Gives Freddie Weird Look. What’s wrong?”
“The stories in the newsletter are supposed to be true.”
“All of them?”
“’Fraid so.”
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