“Good afternoon, good nap time for cats and people. Want to join me for a nap? I am Jetson but not George – just Jetson – and I suppose because I am Jet Black, as in ink, not as in fast. But, if you come over here and pay me some serious attention, you’ll see that I do have a nice white spot. One white spot lets you know it’s me moving across the room when it’s dark. That’s about it. That’s me – Jetson.”

“Am I a nice fellow? Well, just pet me and find out. I am as nice as nice can be. I am soft, and I speak softly. I do not carry a big stick, only a long black tail. I am gentle and kind. I would like to give some some cat nuzzles, leave my claiming mark on your hands, make you feel wanted – because you are. Jetson wants you to be his people. Jetson likes people.”

“I’m a middle-aged fellow; I’ve been around, heard stuff, learned things, have a good idea as to what matters and what doesn’t. Food matters, naps matter, good warm thoughts matter. Yowling and howling do not. Worrying about whether or not I’m handsome does not. I like me. I hope you like me. That’s really about it. Simple. True.”

“One thing I don’t understand – what are ‘kennels’? More specifically, why are ‘kennels’? We cats are fully free beings, you know. To protect us? Maybe, but I am not persuaded. I would much prefer bookcases along these walls. Bookcases with books in them. Jetson’s library. Not necessarily catalogued, just enlightening – with small open spaces in which a mellow, gentle black fellow (mellow – fellow…) might nap. See? I know about naps. How about $120 so that I might nap at your place, in the bookcases and on the chairs, forever – and ever? It’s a good afternoon.”