The Tenth Cat

It is catching, is what it is.
Everyone around here all of a sudden is a writer. Not on my watch, kiddo. Up at 5:30 this morning to discover the interloper, thumbing through a pile of books. Writer your own damned books. Boss has a time of it as it is, looking for references without some cat having at it. And on top of that, the cat is--I don't know how to tell you this, but I think the cat is orthodox. Or is that Orthodox? Goddamned cat wears a black skull cap? WTF? With orthodox comes separate sets of dishes for meat and dairy meals. And that is only the beginning. Next thing you know the goddamned cat will be seeking nine others for a minyan. That's the thing with cats: takes ten of them to have a meeting. A dog can do it all on her own.