Cal.e.'s Korner

C.: Tucker, pull over at the next rest stop, please.

T.: Cal.E., your former boss and the deposed Supreme Ruler of the cat galaxy,  Meow Z. Tongue, is in the back seat…

C.: Not for that. I need to call my vet. To make an appointment.

T.: didn’t you just have an appointment with your vet last week?

C.: That was for my left hind foot. Now, my right front paw is bothering me. I don’t want to get confused and make an appointment with the wrong vet, so I need to look at my contact information for each, and every vet listed in my phone.

Then I can make an appointment with the correct vet.

T.: It’s a good thing I have good insurance and that I put you on my insurance plan,

C.: It is. All Meow cared about with our vets on the Planet of the Talking Cats is that they were to give him a percentage of their fees.

The one that offered the highest kick-back got the contract for the whole planet, including royalty like me and my first husband, King Tom.

T.: That reminds me, Cal.E., are you sure that your union with King Tom is no longer in effect?

C.: Yes, quite sure. For one thing, our marriage certificate wasn’t valid on any other planet. For another, Tom was killed during the revolution when Meow’s regime was overthrown.

T.: That’s sad. They just killed him because he was the king of the Planet of the Talking Cats?

C.: Well, that and the fact that Meow Z. Tongue used him as a shield when the rebels started firing bullets from rifles him.

T.: Now that’s despicable. I have half a mind to put his fat butt out on the side of the road again…

C.: Now, hold on. Tom was on his ninth life and almost done with it. Also, he was as crazy as a loon

and as useless as a screen door on a submarine.

Meow was just thinking quickly…

T.: To save himself without regard for the life of anyone or anything else. Should animals and people be thrown away just because they are useless and no longer have the mental capacity to take care of themselves, or anyone else?

C.: Hold on, T. I have my vet for my front right paw on the line..

T.: So, I suppose we’re out of time for today. That’s the end of this cat ta(i)e.

Please join us tomorrow for another edition of Cal.E.’s Korner.