The Cats Converse about the First Snowfall

“I pity those poor furless critters,” said Lamont.

“Why is that?” inquired Patchtricia.

“Well, you’ve been looking out the window this morning and seeing all the white stuff on the ground. It’s called snow,” said Lamont.

“We know it’s snow dummy,” retorted Pawline. “We lived outside a long time before Meugh brought us into the Shackteau. We lived in snow almost an entire winter, and had to snuggle together in the little heated house our furless servants make for us. Yuck, we certainly remember snow. But what does that have to do with pitying the furless critters?

“It’s obvious, said Lamont. “They don’t have fur coats like we do, they are furless. Well Meugh has some whiskers, which are a little bit like fur, but he keeps them so short I don’t think it keeps him warm. And Mewreen has no fur at all. So, they have to put on layers of clothing, artificial fur to keep warm all the time. Their clothing can not compare to our nice warm fur, nor is it as nice to touch.”

“I think that is why they like to pet and brush us so much each evening,” chimed in Patch. It’s nice to have them pet and brush our lovely fur and keep it shiny. I’m not sure why they do it but I suspect they do it for two reasons.”

“What reasons?” asked Paw.

“First, of all I think it is because the love us; that’s most important. But I also think they might do it out of a little bit of envy since they don’t have nice fur coats. Furless critters are not as pure of heart as we cats you know.”

“That is a significant observation of the basic nature of furless beings and furred beings. I am preparing a lecture on that that I will share with you soon on the subject,” injected Lamont.

“Oh, we’ll look forward to that,” replied Patch with a little smirk as she winked at Paw. “We can hardly wait.”

“At any rate,” continued Lamont. “I feel sorry for those furless critters. The guys next-door working on our neighbor’s garage put on more and more layers of artificial fur each day and it gets colder outside. Poor buggers.”

“Poor buggers,” echoed Pawline and Patch as all three curled up in front of their fireplace.