Mickey: Flea (pictured here) and yours truly (eyeing you from above) have been colleagues in the art of adapting to life with humans since we first met 11 years ago. Flea, being a puppy, was of course very ignorant at first and needed much education by moi. But, being a Lab, and a young dog, he was quick to learn. However, not without great effort on my part. Hours and hours of lessons....
Flea: Excuse me, Sir, but you must remember that I was always very well behaved and very polite. Oh, yes, and a pure breed.
Mickey: Yes, yes, yes. But even so, without my extraordinary and most outstanding brilliance, not to mention my astute intuition, we would never have made mincemeat out of human behavior.
Flea: Whatever.
Mickey: So please, oh fellow human co-habitants, feel free to share your problems with us. We will guarantee, with my Einsteinic brilliance, and Flea's PCness, to make you kings and queens of your palace, even if humans believe otherwise!
2 comments:
Dear Mickey and Flea,
My name is FedEx, and I am a black cat, two years old, living the good in NYC. I live in a spacious uptown apartment. So my question is, why do humans with whom I live persist in feeding me desiccated brown pellets? Is this their idea of food?
Looking forward to hearing from you-
P.S. I love salmon
Dear Mickey and Flea,
My name is Gracie and I am a five year old mutt who is worshipped and coddled by my adult humans. My only problem is the 16 year old female human. I can't figure her out!!! She is soooo moody!!! Any advice for surviving a teen would be greatly appreciated. I know this is advanced human psychology, but I need help!
Thanks in advance,
Gracie Lu
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