ou thought you adopted a cat. You were wrong. You accepted a job.
There was no interview. No salary negotiation. No benefits package. No employee handbook.
Just one unimpressed cat named Gerald-and, apparently, an invisible employment contract.
In My Cat Thinks I Work for Him, Roy Moses documents eleven years of unpaid service to a demanding feline manager who has somehow taken control of the entire household.
The duties are extensive:
Opening doors his employee can clearly open himselfProviding a lap on demandAttending mandatory 3 a.m. meetingsMaintaining the food and water supplyOperating the laser-pointer divisionSurviving one-star performance reviewsCleaning the break room (also known as the litter box)Providing emergency emotional supportSurrendering perfectly good furnitureAccepting that every laptop is potentially a cat bedThere is no vacation policy. No retirement plan. No path to promotion.
And absolutely no chance of winning Employee of the Month.
Through mock performance reviews, workplace policies, expense reports, meeting minutes, a fictional employment contract, and a week-long employee diary, Roy turns the everyday absurdity of living with a cat into a hilarious corporate comedy.
But beneath the complaints, something unexpected emerges.
Because sometimes the most demanding boss is also the coworker who curls up beside you after a terrible day, purrs when you need it most, and somehow makes all the unpaid overtime worthwhile.
If you've ever been owned by a cat, worked from home with a feline supervisor, or wondered why your pet seems to believe the house belongs to them, this is your official employee handbook.
Clock in. Gerald is already waiting.