The Richest Woman in Babylon
December 23rd 2009 21:00
One of my colleagues wants me to read a book called The Richest Man in Babylon. It is about…you guessed it…increasing your personal wealth. He often tells me I need to read it, especially when he sees me coming back from lunch with shopping bags. It’s not my fault shops have so many sales. And I’m waiting for the big ones that start on Boxing Day.
“I can support myself, thank you very much,” I like to say in this haughty voice. “And so can my husband, Butterscotch.”
“How?”
“He catches mice.”
“If he’s that clever then how come he was found stealing food at another cat’s house?” asks my colleague.
“That’s not his fault! He was lost and didn’t know how to get home. He was hungry.”
“He could have caught some mice instead of stealing food.”
“He has to survive and he found this bowl of cat food outside someone’s house so of course he was going to take advantage of the opportunity to have some food.”
“He was stealing food and getting into cat fights.”
“Of course that would happen because the other cat didn’t want him eating its food.”
My colleague loves riling me up. As he puts it so beautifully, “You have so many buttons to push.”
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