The story of a humble cat.

My dear friend Marcello tells me he’s perfectly happy. Being a cat. I asked him. If he’d rather be a human being. ‘No,’ he said. ‘I am what I am. There’s nothing wrong with being a cat. That’s certainly better than being a mouse. Or a dog.  I wouldn’t even want to be you, Jim.’  Of course, I told Marcello, that I have a pretty good life. And that I can do more stuff than he can. But that I wouldn’t mind trading places with him. For a few days. So that we could see life from each other’s perspective. Marcello rolled over on the floor. In laughter.  And accused me of being crazy. I countered. By suggesting that Marcello was crazy. And gifted, too. Because he’s a talking cat. I asked him why he talks to me. But not to anyone else. ‘I’m setting you up, Jim,’ Marcello declared. ‘People will think you’re crazy. When you claim to have a talking cat.’  Yes. Marcello prefers to keep it secret.  So that he doesn’t become a celebrity.  Obligated to go on talk shows. Just to show off. Instead. He proclaims to be a humble cat. And my best friend. Indeed, I feel honored. – Crazy Jim