Sorry that I did not post pictures of my brothers when they were kittens yesterday, but the secret organization for which Mom and Dad worked, would not allow it. I know that it is a secret, b3ecause Mom and Dad always spell it out when they refer to it. The same with the animals. They always spell out the name of that organization, too. Anyway, on with the story
THE STORY OF HURRICANE AND HIS HUMAN
Now, I will start telling you about the dogs and cats, gerbils, and Guinea pigs that Mom and Dad take care of, along with their humans. The first one, the one in the picture, is Hurricane. Yes, he is a pit bulldog mastiff. No, he is not mean. He is only in here because his human died in prison and his human had no relatives who were willing to take care of a pit bulldog mastiff.
His human was put into the human kennel for possession of a large amount of narcotics. His defense was that he was going to smoke all of the drugs himself. I do not know much about numbers, but it sounded like close to one-half of the amount of weight that I weigh. That sounds like a lot for just one person (something like two pounds of something called pot. I guess one can smoke the plants that are scattered throughout our house in pots? And, if it is illegal to possess those potted plants, why do Mom and Dad have so many? I never saw either of them try to smoke one of their potted plants.
Back to the story. Hurricane’s human was given a two-year sentence in the human kennel. Sadly, he became ill and decided that he did not want to live while he was in prison. I mean, two years? Even I can count that high, so I know that it is not very much. I heard Dad say that he was told that, if these people could take care of themselves, or were smart enough to follow directions, they would not be in the human kennel. So, I guess they are not as smart as cats, but then, what human is? Why don’t they all have to go to the human kennel if it is for humans who are not very smart? These questions sometimes keep me awake almost all day, or at least for two or three hours. Then, I only get 18 hours of sleep. That is not enough for a cat!
Speaking of sleep, it is time for my nap now. Tomorrow, I will tell you another story about a pet and his human. Take care until then!
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