Bootsie was reading the newspaper, [well you know, he’s a well read cat] this morning, and saw a article on a politician’s cat who has many fans. He started contemplating the possibilities of being almost famous.
Imagining his own FB page, Boots thought that it meant he would be in control. At his beck and call would be his two servants, [how is that different?]. Food brought to him when he wished, doors opened and closed behind him. Fans adoring his every move, each whim allowed, and birds lined up to entertain him from afar.
Then in a moment of inspiration he thought of opening his own Twitter account, envisioning such gems of tweets as “oh I just got a treatie.” “Going outside to see the birds now.” Oh the furry possibilities. “Still waiting for food, must seek new servants.”
Thousands would flock to hear his every purr...
And then a harsh reality set in, what if someone trod on his tail? What if his little world was interrupted by a fan while he decided to nap? Would the camera flash bother him when he snuck out at night?
And the worst, what if his paws got tired after signing so many paw-tigraphs?
Maybe it was better to stay “just Bootsie” the cat without the FB page, or the twitter account.
Besides, he thought that twitter was what the birds did all day.
Jen @ Muddy Boot Dreams