Yes, the rumors on Twitter are true. Cats Working has a new member. I was sprung, like Cole and Adele (and the late Yul) from the Richmond Animal League.
RAL neutered me at 8 weeks and enrolled me in vocational training at 10 weeks (I’m 18 weeks old now), which is how I can type. RAL don’t shelter no unemployable freeloaders.
In the joint, they called me Venice, which was unfortunate because Karen’s long-ago ex-husband was named Dennis. But I had no problem starting my new life with a brand-new new collar and a brand-new new identity.
Karen thought I looked like Oscar Hammerstein (yeah, I know, what was she smoking?), but I kept ignoring her until she consulted a character-naming book and read about 2,000 cat names on the Web and finally pulled Max out of her butt.
At LAST! She guessed my REAL name!!
So, since all Karen’s cats have been named for famous humans, my full name is Maxwell Perkins Wormald.
It’s taken me a few days to pull this post together because Karen wanted it illustrated. But this is how they were all coming out because I’m really fast.
That's me, after leaving a little present in Cole's big-cat box.
And then I had to learn how to use a PC. (I’m used to Mac.) I couldn’t wait to get right to work in Karen’s office first thing Monday morning, but my learning curve was interfering with Karen’s work.
I never knew watching someone type could be so much fun!
I literally sat there for HOURS, mesmerized.
When it was my turn to type, I noticed that Karen has an ergonomic keyboard. I really love it!
I quickly realized I type much faster when I sit on the other side of the keyboard.
In fact, since I arrived, I have spent most of my days hanging out in Karen’s office, and I have already learned how to keep this from happening whenever I jump off her desk.
I hadn't been there 10 minutes before all Karen's projects went flying.
Karen moved one of the cat beds in for me, but I found her recycle box just as comfy.
Trying to prove I'm not a golddigger. Hope it's working. I won't always fit in here.
I wasted no time in letting Karen know that even though I’m named after an editor, I can’t be trusted with manuscripts.
Best to dispel early any notions she has of making me her file clerk.
Speaking of trust, yesterday while Karen was trying to take a nap with Cole and Adele to get back in their good graces, I snuck upstairs to use Cole’s box instead of the tiny kitten box Karen gave me. I hate to be treated like a child. Unfortunately, the toilet paper was hanging beyond my reach, so I had to make do.
Glad she doesn't buy that cheapo one-ply stuff. I'd have to unroll twice as much.
My first night “home” (ah, I love how that sounds!) I slept in the room that Cole calls his “man cave,” and I think it left Cole feeling displaced and a little grudgy. But he has nothing to worry about. I moved out the next morning and I’ve had the run of the house ever since, including the coveted crow’s nest of the kitty perch.
Do you think it's true, what they say about boy cats with big tails?
I won’t say Adele and Cole have been mean to me, but they haven’t been exactly cordial. I’ve been using my considerable charm to steadily wear them down.
Who could resist this sweet, innocent face?
It’s working. Last night, Adele shared a game of laser pointer tag with me, and then sat me down for a pow-wow. I did my best to show respect for her vast wisdom. Now she lets me touch her nose.
Why does she keep calling me "Grasshopper?"
Before the evening was over, we were all hanging out together and nobody was hissing, so I think this is all going to work out.
Day 4. Our first group photo. I arranged that lamp shade.
Since I’m named after Hemingway and Fitzgerald’s editor, I know Karen set the bar for my blog posts very high. Cole says that until I get up to speed on current events and start having intelligent opinions — which I suspect he thinks will never happen — I’ll be handling the cat beat.
Adele keeps repeating, like a broken record, “Write what you know.”
So I just thought I’d pop in and introduce myself.
PS: Kittens play hard, but we also rest hard. Here’s me discovering that the bed in Karen’s office isn’t half bad!
Not my most flattering pose, but at least I'm not drooling