♫I got cat class ♫

♫And I got cat style♫

I've been thinking about this for a very long time.  I want a cat.  More than anything.  I've asked the boss for one for EVER and still no joy.  I would settle for a kitten.  Anyone who knows me knows that I am a gentle, nurturing soul.  I would be good to it.  I would love it, and squeeze it, and name it George.  And when it grows up to be a big fat juicy cat...mmmm...cat...

So I've told them this, and yet, no George.  How sad.  Poor Sad Lyle.

What's a Whigle to do?  Here's what I think.  I think I'm just going to have to get my own.  I need to think like a cat.  I already have cat-like reflexes.  Maybe I should eat like a cat.  I've tried milk...MeeWow!  I dig it.  I could do the milk thing. 

Once I am one with the cat (mentally), I think I could get closer to one.  I could say, "So, how 'bout them Mets?"  I could invite them home for milk and slinking.  I could say, "Can I call you George?"  And then George would come home with me.  Then I could really be one with the cat...Ha!  Ha!  Cat flavor!

So if you see me, and I seem to be aloof, it's because I'm like the cat.  Say hi to George for me.