There is a new kitten in the house, and he doesn’t have a name
I smelled something odd today. I thought I smelled a cat in the house. I mean another cat. I don’t have an odor. I bath five or six times a day.
My staff and I had talked about getting me a partner at our regular One on One meeting at four o’clock last Monday. I said getting another cat sounded like a good idea. However, I did not want to my staff to get another cat without first seeking my approval. I wanted to interview the candidates and check for references.
I followed the cat smell up the staircase to my staff’s bedroom. I saw a pair of eyes under the bed. My staff had chosen a Vice-President without consulting me! She had gone to The Cat Hotel and interviewed prospective employees without me. I have to be consulted about all details related to my company. I was not pleased.
I arched my back and said, “Hey, I am the President of this company!”
My staff closed the door to the bedroom. My staff said that the cat would be living in her bedroom for a week while the cats in the house got use to each others smell. She read an article about how to introduce a new cat to the house. She really doesn’t have to read an article about cats. She really must consult me more. I am, after all, a cat.
I will get my staff in HR to go over the healthcare policy with the cat, and I will edit The Orientation Manual I am writing for new employees.
The cat doesn’t have a name. Do you have any suggestions?
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