My Pets Are Plotting a Coup and Recruiting Foot Soldiers

The probability of our pets taking over the world isn’t high, but it’s never zero. Especially if meals are late.

I live on a farm near the middle of nowhere and close to the gates of hell. In summer, that means one thing: fleas.

And it’s all part of the secret plot of animals to take over the world.

Fleas are the third most demonic of creation’s annoyances right behind ticks and mosquitoes and I believe they are working with cats and dogs to conspire against us.

The little ingrates.

At least mosquitoes don’t hide in your beard and ambush your ass at 5 AM and they have a tracking system with that fear inducing high pitch buzzing.

My Daily Thought Throne (The Other One)

I share my favorite morning coffee, non-toilet, thinking throne with my barn cats.

The little free loaders have a free access doorway to my front porch.

Where they are nothing but a bunch of furry politicians screaming at me to give them what they want because they exist. You know the types.

And I speak cat.