My cats love tax season. Their human is around the house more, albeit attempting to focus on something, and there are always so many piles of receipts and paperwork to roll around in and chew on when the usual distraction techniques fail.
But despite my cats’ apparent contract with chaos, don’t think they aren’t helping me do my taxes. Their pressing demands for attention add a whole new urgency to the effort, if the April 15 deadline wasn’t enough.
I just rest better knowing that even while I’m asleep, my cats are hard at work on all that crucial paperwork. Sure enough, when I awoke on Sunday morning I discovered that Brody had been so thoughtful as to actually start “pre-schreding” some of my more delicate documents.
Yes, I better get those taxes done in a hurry, lest there be little left of 2006 than some chewed up paper wads and small puddle of hairball. You can’t buy that kind of motivation, people!