They just can't help themselves.
I'm a ladies' mancat, for sure.
I'm a TOTALLY IRRESISTIBLE chick mag, my friends.
I am all that, and more.
Not that I want to... You know... Blow my own horn.
Or boast, or crow, or bluster, or gloat!
I'm far too shy and modest for that.
So anyway, did any of you cats out there read 'bout how CNN has listed the Province of Nova Scotia as bein' a top tourist destination this summer?
It's a fact.
And did any of you cats out there read about why?
Well the truth is, they didn't really talk about why, a lot, and they certainly left out the most important reason for visitin' my province, for sure.
It's a fact.
So to speak.
But I can't think of any OTHER reason. Can you?
Plus, I even have evidence on paw. The EVIDENCE is on my side, for sure.
Let me give you an example. The other day, I was gettin' some blood work done at the ol' blood-suckin', pokin', and prickin' place...
I mean, hospital.
Anyway, after the nurse sucked me nearly dry, leavin' hardly but one drop of blood to keep me goin', I was asked to hang out on the exam table for a bit, and wait for my doctor to appear.
And when my doctor came in, what did she do?
Did she give me an exam?
Did she run more tests?
She didn't even take my temperature!
And that, my friends, was a relief to say the least, 'cause the takin' of one's temperature when you're a cat is never a fun thing to do.
So anyway, the doctor came in and I'll ask again, what did she do?
Well he petted me, stroking my lovely orange furs. She tickled me under my chin. She even told me how handsome I am.
Which, by the way, I already knew but bein' told you're a good-lookin' boy never gets old in the least.
And then that, my friends, was that.
Clearly, SHE COULDN'T KEEP HER HANDS OFF ME.
And she didn't even charge for the visit.
Yup, all the peep paid for was the blood work. There were no consultation fees or anythin' like that. Nothin' charged for the actual appointment. Nothin' charged for takin' time out of my doctor's day. Nothin' charged for...
WAIT. A. MINUTE.
I should have been charging HER.
She got to pet me and stroke my lovely orange furs. She got to tickle me under my chin. She even got to tell me how handsome I am.
And what did I get in return?
I got stuffed in a crate, not to mention havin' my precious bloods stolen.
Well I certainly hope all those tourists CNN are sendin' this way know they're gonna have to PAY UP if they wanna meet me.
Of course, they can always pay me in catnip and treats.