What a great idea!

I worked hard on a business plan, did charts and graphs and a power point presentation. I was totally ready to sell it to the cats.

They watched attentively.

When I was done, Max was the first to chime in. “If you think I gonna carry a tub-o-lard like you around a circus ring, you are and even dumber [expletive deleted] than I thought you were. [Expletive deleted] you, bozo.” Max kept up his harangue for much, much longer, but I tuned him out. I’ve been chewed out by the cat more than once. I’ve learned how to ignore him.

Tom was more succinct. “Mac, you would look horrible in fish net stockings.”

Proposal: dead.