Cal.E.'s Korner

d.c. and T. are are training Cal.E.'s fourteen kittnes at a secret location in Greater Houston, Texas (between the Texas Louisianna state line and El Paso, and north of Glaveston and South of Waxahatchie).

d.: (tweet) Okay, you kittens. It’s time to get up and get moving! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!

Ralph: What time is it?

d.: It’s zero five hundred.

Y’all overslept by thirty minutes. If we’re going to get in six hour of training, you’ll all need to skip breakfast or lunch to make it to your jobs at The Kennel on time! Move, move move!

Ralph: Zero five hundred? Is that like five in the morning?

d.: Yes it is!.

Ralph, Wow! That’s when I usually go to bed. I’ll need some serious sunglasses to block out the sun.

d.: Lose the bass, Raloh. We're doing physical training today!

Ralph: Better?

d.: NO!!

Jodi: Why do I need to get up?! I’m just the H2O engineer.

Can’t the rest of the kittens practice getting their own water! I don’t want to get up!

Sixto.: You heard the man. Let’s go! I see T running on the track already (although he seems to wearing mom's clothes. I guess it was laundry day).

I’ll catch up with him and get in a few extra laps before we start training. Come on, Ralph, Let’s go!

Ralph: Go where? It’s too dark to see out here with these sunglasses on.

Jodi: Why am I even here? The maximum number of participants on a team in the Cat Olympics is thirteen.

Y’all don’t neeeeeed me! Y’all are all grown @#$%! cats. You can get your ooooown water! I want to go home! I wanna go back to bed!

C.: I wonder how d.c. and T are doing training my kittens? Oh, I’m sure everything is fine. I’ll just sleep for a few more hours before I check in on them.