I heard John sigh as he hung up the phone. His mother (who happens to be Jennyanydots' human) really knew how to talk. I know this personally. Anyway, at least he had told her the good news about his new job. Yeah, sure, it was a janitor in this big fancy place, apparently, but it was a job, as he says. He looked over at me and pat my head. I don't understand why humans get so excited over jobs. How can you be happy about the opportunity to work really hard at things? Sounds miserable.
But John is the hard-working type. Sure, he likes human games with balls and whatnot, but he's always been busy with this or that since he brought me here from the pet store. It actually gets kind of boring, because he doesn't play with me too much. But that's what I have my friends for. He doesn't usually notice when I sneak out to play with them. He's also very punctual. Goes to bed and wakes up at the same exact time each day. Gives me my food at the exact same times each day. Leaves the apartment at the same exact time each day.
"You know the best thing about this job, Electra?" John asked me as he pulled me into his lap. I purred against his touch, not really paying much attention to what he was saying. "My boss has a cat, too. You can come to work with me every day if you like." Well, I certainly liked that. Within the next few days, I found out his boss was none other than Bustopher Jones' human tom! Wait until Jennyanydots hears this.