Hey, It’s Jet Here.
Here Ye, Here Ye, it is I, Jet, the Town Crier. I barked yesterday morning throughout the neighborhood to alert my fellow K9s and their humans about the errant felines. Perhaps you think 6:30 a.m. is too early for such notification, however, any later and you might miss a special part of “another great day.” As a matter of history, town criers served as news broadcasters. I broadcasted breaking news, see Mom, I’m a valuable community resource!
Excuse me, Jet? Yes, Mom? Jet, while I always marvel at your intelligent, perceptive, and energetic feline alerts, most people in the neighborhood prefer their beauty sleep, as did I before you and I met. But Mom, didn’t you see the two felines stretch and contract their torsos to the max as they ran like their cheetah relatives over two yards, across the street, into another yard, toward the fence heading west towards our homestead? Well, I saw them give chase across the two yards and then my maturing eyesight lost them.
See Mom, that’s the whole point, since you held on to my leash, I could not chase them into submission; I had to alert the neighborhood with my warning barks. Jet, what danger can two little felines bring to our neighbors, really? Mom, I’m barking to help those felines, too. They can get hit by morning traffic, attacked by vicious turkey vultures, what if they have no home? Mom, I cannot be expected to stifle my instincts for time inconvenience. You watch the news @ 6:00 a.m., I’m actually late.
Well let’s hope the neighbors understand your persuasive perspective my boy!
Another great and breaking news day.