Originally posted by dominuslatrunculorumIn line with the way of the C21st world, and having cherished cats back in the 1970s to the point of making them feel complacent and loved like family members, I now have a more austere and results-driven regime involving something akin to zero-hour contracts with several cats by which they undertake to catch rats for me and eat them during the night hours. What do they get from the deal? Well, technically speaking the rats they eat ~ i.e. their sustenance ~ belong to me: not only do I provide them with work but I also provide them with food and shelter. One could say I'm offering them no chance of career development of course, but then again it's not my fault that they're cats.
I wish I owned cat. Do you wish you owned a cat?