Truth be told, we own the business. They bring us the bacon, as they say (really it is chicken), and they complain that our hours are never billable.
They don’t take enough breaks, though we constantly
remind them by bringing them toys and staring.
Never underestimate the power of staring to get you what you want.
Blessing the clamps. I bless all Mitchell’s tools.
I could use this saw. I am into danger.
I help them pick fabric for clients. It has to compliment my eyes.
We stay at the studio location, and only go home once in a while —
but then, they are workaholics. Sometimes we can’t go into the upholstery studio, and are confined to the office. It means we can’t race through the rooms.
We need to discuss this at the next company meeting.
They bought us cat trees, and gave us the window views, but we like the people furniture best, especially the discarded cushion from other people’s sofas. They get rid of these cushions way too fast. Sometimes we sleep on Kate’s too small desk area. She is the one who takes most of the pictures of us.
We are thinking of charging her.
Mitchell is the love of our life. He sings to us, special cat songs.
But Kate has better shawls to snuggle into.
As we begin a new year, we need to thank our associates.
We are the Shop Catz.