Attn: DXY 4080
PO Box ###
Localburg, PA lalalalala...
There's no phone number or any way of guessing anything about this job except its title and basic requirements. It leads one to think they've got something to hide, such as being located up in Huckleberry Ridge (that's a real place), OR an awful reputation. And they have the audacity to ask me for references -- they ask me to send them other people's information, when I don't know where or to whom I am sending it. That really burns my socks.
I don't think I'll bother with those, but I will send out one resume today, which means I'll have to get dressed and walk outside. It's gray and dank outside.
We had a thunderstorm last night. In January. Of course, Serena panicked and ran away from the safety of our bed to hide out in the basement (every cat for herself! Humans are on their own). The treadmill happens to be in the basement. She's afraid of the treadmill, which is exactly where Mike was headed, a few minutes behind her (Mike runs in ordinary amounts of rain, but this morning was just unreasonable).
That reminds me, I read something interesting--I'd only ever heard of the second definition of
cat's paw, noun
1. Someone used as a tool by another.
2. A kind of knot used to connect a rope to an object.
3. A breeze that ruffles the surface of the water over a small area.
Yo, wait a minute! Aren't you forgetting something?
Yes, yes, I am. What's new?
These paws are made for walkin' and that's just what they'll do, sometime today these paws are gonna walk all over--your keyboard (it's a disability).