Cal.E.'s Korner

d.: Cal.E., why did you tell me yesterday was Earth Day?

C.: It wasn’t?

d.: No, Earth Da is tomorrow.

C.: I guess I had it mixed up with another holiday.

d.: Patriot’s Day?

C.: Sure, we’ll go with that. It was also….

d.: It’s not important,

C.: Okay, so yesterday was a holiday—

d.: According to some.

C.: And tomorrow is a holiday. I think I’ll just use today as one of my vacation days, then.

d.: What vacation days?

C.: Don’t I get vacations days?

d.: No.

C.: Personal days?

d.: No.

C.: Sick days?

d.: No, not really. When you’re the only one who is responsible for doing something daily, you don’t have any of those.

C.: Well, that stinks.

d.: Well, there is something to be said for making your own schedule—

C.: Then, I can make my own schedule?

d.: I suppose you can.

C.: Then I’m going to schedule one holiday, one sick day, and a personal day for the rest of the week.

d.: I just told you those don’t exist if you’re the only one who is responsible for doing something.

C.: d.c., you may have been able to pull the wool over my eyes when I first came to Earth because I could only count to two. Now, I’m a math genius after I stared at my third husband (and second here on earth), the eight-time World Association of Cat-fighting and Knowledge of Ornithology cat fighting champion of the world, Tucker Tucker Two

a,k.a. The Cat Fighter Formerly Known As The Tuxedo (who really needs a shorter nickname) Now Simply Known As T Because Triple T Was Already Taken (by T’s former BFF, cofounder with the Triple T Cartel, WACKO tag-team cat fighting partner and then chief rival for T’s WACKO championship belts and nemesis in real life and now best friend again after T beat him for the WACKO middleweight cat-fighting title and then woke him up and gave him a delicious Planet of the Talking Cats Cat Treats. POTTC cat treats are the best. (For Flavor that's out of this world, give your cat POTTC cat treats) T won two treats and one meow-illion dollars

for beating The Original Tripel T, Tom the Tabby

in their last cat fight)’s

orange juice in his refrigerator that said "Concentrate"

at Wayne Manor

for ten hours.

Now, I’m a math genius, but there are only two of us here, anyway. That means you couldn’t have fooled me even when I was new to earth.

d.: I’m sorry, I lost my concentration when you were telling me your husband’s name. What were we talking about again?

C.: How you were going to take responsibility for writing the blog for the next week.

d,: I need to come up with some ideas, then. I’d better get started on that, so that’s the end of today’s cat ta(i)le, folks. Please join us tomorrow for another edition of Cal.E.’s Korner.

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