If only cats had thumbs
It was raining. And I was outside. I was hiding under a bush in the front yard. When I saw Mrs. Hodges car pull into the driveway I came out from under the bush and sat on the welcome mat in front of the door.
I had to wait for Mrs. Hodges to open the front door.
If only cats had thumbs.
If I had thumbs Mrs. Hodges could give me a key to the front door and I could let my self back in. If I had thumbs I could open the front door and go outside when ever I wanted to. I wouldn’t have to wait for someone to open the door and let me out.
I could go the bathroom in neighbors flower beds all the time and I wouldn’t have to use one of the seven litter boxes in the house.
If only I had thumbs I could open a can of real tuna and not have to eat canned cat food. If I had thumbs I wouldn’t have to wait for Mrs. Hodges to type my stories.
If cats had thumbs we could drive a car and get a job. We could run a marathon and run for President. The whole parliament could be run by cats. There would be a litter box under every cabinet chair, and in the Oval Office.
If cats had thumbs there would be no more war. At the peace talks The President Cat of the United States would sit in the lap of the Enemy and purr and the enemy who wanted to bomb us would relax and feel the real peaceful feeling that only a cat can bring.
If cats had thumbs there would be world peace.
“Mrs. Hodges if I had thumbs would you still clean my litter boxes for me?”
“Yes, Pooh. I would still clean your litter boxes for you. And I would come to The White House and clean all the litter boxes you would have. One in each of the one hundred and thirty-two rooms.”
“And, Mrs. Hodges…”
“If I had thumbs and was The President Cat of The United States would you call me President Pooh?”
“Yes, I would. Yes, President Pooh, I would.”
p.s. I really don’t understand humans. They whine all the time. “I can’t do this. I can’t do that.” Humans have thumbs. They can do anything. They can hold a pencil. They can flush the toilet. Humans can hold a coffee cup with one hand.
The problem with humans is they think they can’t do something, they don’t do it. They stop trying. The problem is in their mind. Perhaps their main problem is they don’t have a cat to cuddle. Mrs. Hodges has a real hard time with…..
“Hey Pooh. This is your blog. Don’t tell my secrets.”
“Oh, of course Mrs. Hodges. Please forgive me.”
Please tell me. What would you do if you had thumbs?
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About Pooh Hodges
I have had a hard life. Born to a single mother in a back alley in Wisconsin. I never knew my father. My sister died young. I am writing my story. Look for it.