Almost Daily Cat Haiku

I am sooooooo sleepy. I cannot keep my eyes open. Coffee isn’t doing the coffee thing. Pleeeeeease let me go back to bed.

I can’t send Floof into work for me. My boss is allergic to cats. And Floof can’t drive. Or answer phones. And she hates 97.3% of humans. Actually, now that I’ve listed some of her impresive qualifications, she’d be perfect for a customer service position. Work from home, hiss at people when they call, ignore their complaints, nap on the clock. Employee of the month, right there. She could probably be a manager for any tech support I’ve ever called.

But seriously, why am I so tired? Is this just part of being old? I’m starting to think being old isn’t as much fun as 14 year old me thought it would be.

Well, since I can’t send a cat to the office in my place, I suppose I should go put on pants and pack a lunch. Have a Monday, everyone.