Flea-Mail

 
For whatever reason, pawtumn – er, autumn – seems to be a busy time for everyone. That’s certainly been the case for me recently: there's been so much on my plate (none of it cheese, unfortunately) that I’ve not even had the chance to scratch out a blog for the past three weeks! And in my absence, cyberspace has no doubt been adrift without my ratty insight to provide guidance.
 
It’s been squeaktacular to finally scamper my way back to the World Wide Web (even though I’m not a spider), but there is one nuisance responsibility which has unfortunately tagged along: my flea-mail account is full. The inbox has so much spam in it that I’m going to have to invite my corpulent rat pal Gus over to help me scarf it down, and as to clawing through the more pressing messages I pawsitively have to get to, well I hope nobody needs an immediate answer! (Besides, it'll take a little while for the flea medicine to kick in.)
 
Clearly I need a strategy to deal with it. Lucky for me, just this morning I overheard a human talking about this very subject from a priority-management seminar she recently attended. The instructor encouraged participants to use the acronym RAT when dealing with their email messages: Route, Act, Trash. This may be all well and good for her, but as to my needs, I think RAT should be interpreted differently: Regard, Avoid, Treat. Regard the fact that I have a message waiting for me, Avoid reading it, and, after clicking “delete,” Treat myself to a nice piece of cheese for all my hard work. Yes, I think that between Gus and me both, we’ll have my flea-mail account emptied – and the kitchen, too – in no time.
 
Keepin’ it squeak,
Bob