My slaves, err owners, are mad at their teenagers for taking the car all over town and depleting it of gas. What should my slave- err owners do?
Dear Sissy cat:
Your owners must dangle the car keys over the heads of their teenagers until they promise to conserve gas. This kind of play always exhausts me and I will agree to anything after ten minutes. Teenagers do not have the stamina of cats. Thus, I am certain the teenagers will concede in less than five.
As always, I remain your wise and wonderful Confucius Cat