Cat Assistant At Work

My new kitty assistant has informed me that his name is Grady. He has one of those tiny squeaks, like you'd stepped on a mouse, so I wasn't sure exactly what he was telling me for about a week. Not a terribly manly voice, but who am I to complain?

Thus far he's done his job well, usually bringing me my tools when I ask for them, especially if I'm using a catnip mouse in my experiments. Those he'll usually bring to me whenever I drop them. Now I just have to get him to bring me my coffee in the mornings or my eyeglasses when I can't remember where I've parked them.

Here he is, helping me with my newest project. I'm assembling a smallish zeppelin in my sitting room and the gasbag involves a lot of sewing, so young Master Grady has been a big help keeping the fabric steady and occasionally yanking on the ends to straighten them. I hope he'll do just as well when I start on my Rampaging Robot Army. He'd better know how to put in rivets, charge a battery, and load a cannon.

Great assistant, but he is a shameless exhibitionist. Nobody needs to see kitten junk.