The next time you hear someone bewailing how you cannot find good help these days, don’t believe them. Servants are not obsolete; they have transmogrified into cat ladies and cat men.
Just as the ladies and gentlemen of old each had their own bell to summon their servants, so do our cats.
Monica’s bell is a squawk. (Toadies might call it a “meow”. But it is a squawk.) Monica wants water in the sink. And she want it now. Even if now is 3 am and even if there is water there already; it is old water and not suitable for her dainty whiskers.
“Squawk. Squawk. Squawk! SQUAWK!!!”
Like good servants we get up, get her fresh water, then toss her out and shut the door.
George’s bell is “paw rustle paw paw mrrrp”. “PAW PAW! Mrrrp! PAWWWW!!!”
We get up (again) and open the door. (Sometimes the door is open, but not open wide enough for him to pace through with dignity.)
Bill Bob’s bell is a Twangggk! Twanggg! He flicks the little spring door stopper. “Twangggk! Twangggk!! TWANGGGK!!!”
We get up (a third time) and open the door.
And again in the morning. “Squawk! SQUAWK!!! Let me IN!” “Paw Paw PAWPAWPAW Mrrrp PAWPAWPAWPAW!” Billy Bob of course doesn’t have to do anything. He lets the other cats do the work and he simply takes advantage.
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