A note from Salty Tails

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A note from Salty Tails

A note to all my adoring fans. This blog is about me! While I allow Richard his occasional tangents, I must remind him that he works for ME. I’m sorry I’ve had to do this in such a public forum but it seems you all needed a little reminder. Those of you who live with cats will totally understand.

You know, training humans can be such a headache. Why just this morning I had to wake Stormy up to get my breakfast. I actually had to bite his nose to do it. You’d of thought my grumbling tummy would have been loud enough. And then I had to hear him complain for the next five minutes.

“It’s only 4:30am, didn’t you eat enough last night? I swear Salty; I’m putting you on a diet.” Fridge door slams shut, dishes clang on the counter. “I think my nose is bleeding… I can’t believe it’s only 4:30…”

His little tirade was so loud I was sure he was going to wake the rest of the boat; Stormy can be so inconsiderate sometimes. After placing the bowl of leftover halibut on the floor, he stomped back to bed. It was delicious by the way. Oh, and you don’t have to worry about the diet thing, it’ll never happen. Just because training humans is hard doesn’t mean I’m not good at. After all, Stormy did get up and feed me at 4:30am.

Now that I have that issue cleared-up it’s time for my nap on Stormy’s computer keyboard.