#TBT: The First Minion

Gus:  Since it is Throwback Thursday, I thought I would tell you about our first minion.  It was October of 2012.  I knew something was up.  Mama would come home smelling like other cats.  She called it “volunteering” but we knew she was cheating on us.  Then one day she came home with a transporter.  In it was a catten named Asher.  Mama said the other volunteers affectionately called him the devil cat. 

Doesn't this picture look like a mugshot?

I wasn't too happy about a newcomer, but mama assured me I would continue to be the Chief Cat Officer.  He was only going to be here temporarily.  I would always be her favorite Little Guy.  She said it was our moral obligation to help those less fortunate.  He needed my help to teach him how to be a good cat.  Blah, blah, blah.  All I know is that she made me in charge.  I was all powerful and he was my minion.  It didn't take long to whip the boy into shape.  He just needed some exercise.  He was a spaz.  After a regimented workout routine, I finally calmed him down.

Then I was able to give him some lessons on how to be cuddly.  Mama was so impressed that I was worried that she was going make the minion a permanent member of the family.

Then one day Mama put him in the transporter and took him back to a place called The Shelter. She came home crying but guess who was there to comfort her.  That’s right.  Me!  I got lots of lovin.  She told me later that he was adopted.  He had his very own family and it was all because of my training.

But the best thing was that I was still her favorite Little Guy.  Maybe this helping others isn't such a bad thing.

That is how the Purr's Training Acatemy was formed. Our work was just beginning but first I must take a cat nap.