No one in this house lifts a finger to help me.

So you think being a house cat is an easy job...think again.

I am one poor, abused, overworked Pussycat.

Cinderella had it easy.

 No one in this house lifts a finger to help me.

No cleanup needed for these pets...wish my humans would get some of these.

It's OK sweetie. It's only a dream.  Mama's got you now.

 (singing) 'Nothing's gonna harm you. Not while I'm around'. 

~ Mrs. Lovett (Sweeny Todd)

 I could have broken a leg on this kibble they spilled and just left for me to clean up.

 From my pussycat perspective, his guy is completely useless.

 I get no respect for all the work I do

 I got stuck, you'd think they'd help me when they went out the door...BUT NOooooo.

 They never fill my water dish so I have to fend for myself.

 I was expected to do all the Christmas wrapping all by myself.

 I'm thinking of leaving message but I'm not going to use email to do it.

Since I have to do all the dusting...using my head (er..tail) could save me some time.

I'm simply exhausted by the end of the day.

I wonder if they'd even miss me if I died from all the work they give me?

I miss you my sweetheart

Cat’s prayer for grieving humans:

“And if I go while you are still here…

Know that I still live on, vibrating to a different measure.

Behind a thin veil that you cannot see through.

You will not see me, so you must have faith.

I will wait there for the time that we can be together again,

Both aware of each other.

Until then, live your life to the fullest.

And when you need me, just whisper my name in your heart,

…I will be there.”