I, dapper cat, importune your attention as there is a most pressing matter in need of rectification, namely an activity with which I may replace my current state of boredom.

I, spiffy kitty, think it might be best for me to take a seat downtown, where I can let those civic employees know the *right* way to run the city. It is not a case of empleomania, of course, as much as a deep-rooted desire to see equity returned to the community by raising taxes on canine owners and decriminalising catnip.

I, a tom with aplomb, feel that it would be wise to have a backup career if politics does not fit my game, so I think working at the rail yard on the weekends might benefit in order to keep self up to par on methods for highballing mew-mew trains.

I, fine feline, with all this new busywork will require intermittent catnaps to preserve my sanity. Yes, one should expect many a snore when I am not as busy as a dumbledore. ; )