Labor Day

You better not wake me up!  I don't care if it is Labor Day weekend. I start each day (if I meow loud enough and long enough) outside in my stroller.  Yes, it's hot out but I love watching everything outdoors. Being on my leash is even better than being in my stroller.

I'm the Inspector-In-Residence at this house. Nothing gets past me -- not on Labor Day, not on any day.  My hooman tells other hoomans that I don't miss a thing. And, I don't. I fly up and down the stairs between floors at breakneck speed, jumping off the wall if I feel like it and if  my hooman has moved a chair, a lamp, a bowl, a pillow, I know. That's just how I am.

I love lickin' tape and anythin' plastic.  When I saw these bags -- like, wow!  I know she isn't happy with me sprawlin' on her kitchen counter but how can a guy resist plastic bags?  I also rearrange the bags, that's what I call work.  So, I'm workin' on Labor Day.  It's a Federal Holiday so I expect time-and-a-half compensation -- in treats that is. 

We're honoring Rosie the Riveter this Labor Day.  See her below me?  An American icon, Rosie represents women who joined the workforce in the 1940's to continue the work of manufacturing war machines when our men were drafted to fight WW II.