When Tabs would walk the halls at Tabs the Cat Industries, LLC headquarters, you had to be on guard. It was like being in the military when a four-star general walked by. “Atten-hut! Officer on deck!” He had high standards and demanded a lot. You were expected to work long hours, sometimes even preparing gravy for his midnight snacks. You were also expected to be on call 24/7 for fur maintenance.
That’s just the way it was. There was no cruising or resting on your laurels. You were only as good as the last massage you gave him. Tabs didn’t only demand excellence from himself. He also demanded it from those around him.
And if you ever stepped up to him to complain about your job, you better have had a new job lined up. He was a taskmaster alright, but he was also the most generous employer I’ve ever had. I mean, if you lasted long enough to get promoted to Senior Pet Assistant, you got a lifetime supply of free kitty hugs.
I can’t lie; it was a difficult job, but I loved every minute of it. 🙂
Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,