Cal.E.'s Korner

C.: I need to call my best human friend, d.c. scot, and let him know that I’ll be late today. I was supposed to be at his house an hour ago to help him write our blog, which is named after me, Calculating Einstein Katt. We shortened the name of the blog to my nickname, Cal.E’s Korner. The second word in the name of the blog is because the Supreme Ruler of the Cat Galaxy, Meow Z. Tongue, sent me here to the Milky Way galaxy to send information on this galaxy back to my home plane, the Planet of the Talking Cats. He said I could rule this corner of the universe until he decided to destroy it, if he didn’t find enough energy in this galaxy to power POTTC for the next one million cat naps. This was after I ate my husband, King Tom’s lunch (literally). Meow decided that I should go on this mission instead of being shot through space until I died.

Meow was going to destroy this planet if we couldn’t find enough energy to power my home planet, but I found a way to save the planet. This planet has so many elections that it produces enough energy from politicians’ hot air that it could power POTTC indefinitely.

Anyway, the reason I’m late going to d.c.’s house is because my third husband, the six-time heavy weight cat fighting champion of the world, Tucke 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 tag-team cat fighting partner and former BFF and business partner, Tom the Tabby), got caught up in doing things married cats do. Yes, that’s right, we slept all day…well, I slept all day while T trained for the upcoming Animal Olympics.

Now that y’all are caught up, I need to call d.c. (ring). He usually answers on the first ring when he knows it’s me calling (ring) but that doesn't seem to be the case today, so I’ll let my mind wander while I wait on d.c. to answer (ring).

“Why do people say that something is ‘every color of the rainbow’ when there are only seven known colors in a rainbow?

Actually, it’s now believed that there are many more, so maybe that answers my question. Hmm… Maybe I could invent a color (ring). I could combine orange and red, no, that’s been done. That color is called vermillion. (ring) and orange is just a combination of red and yellow, so it’s weird that another color could be made from a derivative color…. I wonder if that word is offensive to colors? I wouldn’t want to be called derivative. (ring) Distinctive would be a better word (ring).

I suppose that I’m a derivative color. I’m a dilute calico cat. Some people call me a faded calico, some call me dilute, but I just want to be called by my name (rii)

d.: Hello, Cal.E., why are you so late calling?

C.: Why am I late?

d.: Yes, why are you late?

C.: Oh, well, I got caught up helping T….clean house and do domestic chores.

d.: You slept all day, didn’t you?

C.: Well…yes. Anyway, I’m here now, so we can write our blog now.

d.: That’s taken care of, Cal.E.

C.:  It has?

d.: Yes, it has.

C.: So I guess we’re out of time for today, then?

d.: Yes, that’s the end of this cat ta(i)le; so please join us tomorrow for another edition of Cal.E.’s Korner.