Ha Ha Ha! After telling the cats for many years to get a job, one of them took the bait and got a paying job.
Granted Roger doesn’t see any of the fruits of the labor, he gets paid in beer which he doesn’t like. So therefore my roommate and I get all the good stuff.
Let me back up a bit, my roommate works at a bar around the corner. It’s your typical neighborhood bar nothing fancy but it has good people in it. It also has mice, it’s not like the mice sit next to you in the bar and have a little micey pint. They tend to hang out downstairs and poop on the floor. Unlike the fancysmancy bars uptown pooping on the floor isn’t kosher, so the mice have to go.
So Roger being my roommates cat got the job, the other 2 cats were not even interviewed (I was going to file with the EEOC but hey I get free beer). I think the other cats were put out a little bit, these guys were champion bird catchers, the little mice I’d find dead in the backyard didn’t die of old age if you get my drift. Roger doesn’t like the outdoors due to sensory overload, but he is very good at catching flies and worms so maybe he beefed up his application.
But a job is a job, he is now walking around all smug like knowing that he is contributing to the house. The other cats are apparently looking for a job, they swear they are but I think they are just sitting around the house doing catnip.