Ever since she was a kitten, Naboo just naturally assumed one day she would grow up to be a human like her mom, dad and grandparents.
“But you are not human,” her sister, Fifa, would insist in vain. “You are a cat, like me. You have stripes and whiskers like me.”
“Nonsense, Fifa, you may grow up to be a cat if that’s what you choose to be, but I’m sure I’m gonna grow up to be a human, just like Mommy.”
The years went by and Fifa taunted Naboo.
“Ha! See? You still have a tail and all.”
Naboo replied aggravated, “Wait until I graduate kitten-garden! Then I can start working like a humans do.”
Fifa rolled her pearly cyan eyes while Naboo worked hard at eating up all the garden plants, believing that was the fastest way to graduate from kitten-garden.
Finally, her graduation day came and Mommy and Daddy said, “OK, Naboo, that’s enough munching on plants. No more garden for you.”
They had a two-week long graduation party in which no one ate anything but canned gourmet food and sedatives.
Naboo applied to a number of jobs but none of them called back because she didn’t have enough work experience.
“Do you think it’s ok I used Dr. Mowry as a reference?” she asked Fifa.
“Our vet? What if she tells them you had a UTI?”
“Oh. But nobody knows what that is.”
“People know, Naboo! You don’t know cause you’re a cat!”
“Stop calling me that!”
“Cat! Cat cat cat cat cat! C-A-T, CAT!”
And they’d start to wrestle on top of their mommy at three in the morning.
Naboo was beginning to lose all hope of ever going to work as a human and was beginning to think a life of sleep, play and laziness might be all she was cut out for.
Then one day her mom woke up hideously ill.
“Naboo, darling, I cannot go to work today. Please call the office and tell them I am sick.”
This was the chance Naboo had been waiting for.
While Mommy was busy emptying out the previous night’s tuna from her digestive system, Naboo cunningly swiped the green button on the cell phone and meowed that due to unforeseen circumstance, she would be filling in for her mom that day.
Of course, it didn’t matter what she was meowing.
None of the people at the office spoke Meow.
She arrived at the office and sat on her mommy’s chair.
“Hello,” said her mommy’s nearsighted boss, Mr. Galapagos.
He handed her some papers.
“Please shred this stack.”
Naboo was an experienced shredder.
Her mom’s manager called.
“I’m out today but do you need me to buy more sticky notes?”
Naboo replied, “Mrror.”
Customers came and rubbed her belly.
She told them it would give them luck, and they gave her money.
She didn’t know what money was, so she shredded that too.
She made copies of lots of papers on the paw-friendly copy machine, before shredding those as well.
When she wasn’t sure if she’d shredded enough, she decided to go ahead and shred every paper in the office, just to be on the safe side.
Then she filled stacks of empty boxes with the shredded paper and took a hard-earned nap inside.
And when the day was over, the boss came and congratulated her on her efficiency.
Naboo had worked so hard she had missed her lunch break.
When she got home that evening, she explained to her parents, “Mom? Dad? I am grateful for the opportunity but I think I’m gonna keep being a kittens for now.”
Fifa rolled her glossy Venus-shaded eyes and waited til three in the morning before picking another wrestling match against her obstinate twin sister.