Umbrage

I initially took some umbrage at Auntie Lily’s cruel statement regarding my ineffectiveness at managing the volume of Human Mommy’s percussive, clickety-clackety typing.

But, upon reflection, I decided to take it as constructive criticism.

It’s true, I have been remiss as Human Mommy’s Cat Manager.

A handsome young tuxedo cat lounges on a brown leather office chair and absolutely glares at the camera.

Human Mommy won’t be able to continue her annoying clicks and clacks if she can’t reach the keyboard because I’ve claimed the office chair.

Problem solved.

See that, Auntie Lily, and, more importantly, hear the silence?

I’m a GREAT Cat Manager.

—Apollo

Cat Manager

Thus far, young Apollo has shown himself to be ineffective in lowering the volume of Human Mommy’s percussive, clickety-clackety typing.

A pretty, stripy calico cat sleeps in a basket atop a desk.

So I find myself obliged to step into the role of Cat Manager.

Cool it with the typing, Human Mommy. Your Manager is trying to snooze over here.

—Lily