Wow. I can’t think of a single thing to write about today. This is me, staring at the computer screen, not knowing what to write.
Weird. Usually my brain is overflowing with ingenious ideas for everything. But not today. My poor brain must be having Technical Difficulties.
All it can think about is the special book lover I’ll be interviewing on Friday for Operation Story Share. My BES fans are going to love this one! But I can’t write about that today, because it’s still top-secret.
Ringo: Who? Oh, you mean—
DON’T. EVEN. SAY. IT.
Ringo: Oops. Sorry, man. That was a close one, huh? Ooooh ooooh! I know what you could write about! Hairballs!
Ringo: Yeah. Don’t you totally hate it when those hairballs tickle the back of your throat till you can’t stand it anymore and you’re like HORK HORK HORK until it comes spewing out onto your human’s shoe or something? And then they get all mad at you and you’re like, “Dude, it was totally an accident! Honest!”
Ummm. I don’t think my fans really care that much about hairballs, seeing as they don’t get them.
Ringo: They don’t? No way!
Way. Think about it. Humans don’t even have fur, except for that little patch on the top of their heads, and they groom that with combs and brushes, not their tongues.
Ringo: That’s so not fair.
Tell me about it. Life’s not fair. Felines are by far the superior species on the planet, so explain to me why humans got the opposable thumbs and we didn’t. Huh?
Ringo: I don’t know. But we do get to lounge around all day, doing whatever we please. Humans are always running around with their long to-do list, like totally frantic all the time. It’s seriously got to stink to be that stressed out.
You’re right. I’m glad I’m a cat, even if I don’t have opposable thumbs.
Ringo: Me, too, dude!
Look! I guess I somehow ended up with a blog post out of nothing. My Technical Difficulties are over. And we even got through the whole thing without you giving away my top-secret secret.
Ringo: Groovy! You’re like totally welcome, man.