Those Bad Monkeys

So like,

I got this email last night:

> Dear Talleycat,
> M.E.O.W. My Exam Occurs, When?
> Thank goodness your monkeys are not stressing out
> over the bar which they will be taking in less than 3
> weeks. Love, Granny

I'm gonna sit down and write a serious answer.



Dear Granny,

I know, right?!

I mean, like, how are they going to keep buying me cars and designer handbags and jewelry and cat food and things like that, if they don't even pass the bar?

I mean, so, I'm totally on their case every day. I've got twenty-two claws and I am SO not afraid to use them...



or my numerous sharp teeth!

I wake the monkeys up early every single day to make sure they get a good start on studying (after giving me breakfast), and I pester them constantly to get them to work harder (and to give me cat treats).




So, you can be sure those bad monkeys are learning their stuff and will pass the bar on their first try!
But, it is all thanks to me,
your dutiful grand-cat,

-Talley