I had just worked ten days in a row getting up early and getting home in time for a microwave supper. I was so tired and looking forward to sleeping in and getting up leisurely. Well, it didn't work out like that. The master, King Kong Amber, had other ideas.

He did let me sleep a half hour later. Then he decided I had Slept Long Enough! I am so thankful I was lying on my side so he couldn't jump on my bladder. But he did jump on my ribs that were lined with sore and overworked muscles. Having succeeded in getting a groan out me, he desisted for awhile. That is when he stuck his cold wet nose up my nostrils. AWRRR!

I turned over and got comfy on my other side. Amber, the Swedish Masseuse, worked on that side of my ribs! The massage is working, because my body is moving. But it needs help. Amber paws at the covers and gets more graphic. He tells me he is hungry by sticking his nose in my mouth. So I sit up rubbing my mouth. I finally stand up and stagger for the bathroom.

Then the procession heads for the kitchen: Djoser weaving back and forth against my ankles, Amber leading the way with his tail plume waving, Sheba nagging non-stop.

Now my routine is turn on the prepared coffeepot and then get the canned cat food out. But something happened on the way to the Forum... er , the kitchen. I got the cat food out and fed the cats before I hit the coffeepot! Then it finally dawned on me.

I was so zonked out my masters were able to get better control of me than usual. It is now my theory that Sheba's nagging is really a brain scrambler so Amber's orders can get inside my head and control me!

Help! I'm a mind-controlled slave! I look nervously over my shoulder and Lord Amber, the Master, is sitting on the desk watching me. Near my feet is Djoser, the DoJo, with his head turned, watching me. Sheba, the Technician, is sitting in the window beside me ready to do her technical work. I feel Paranoia coming.

Sheba meows and Amber purrs and I take a nice sip of coffee and relax. All is right with the world as long as I have my keepers. I'm a good slave, I am.

Copyright © Catherine Jo Sadler
July 29, 2001