Captain Whiskers had seen enough. Every day, his human would drive the big orange beast into the fields, working from dawn till dusk. And what did Whiskers get? A few scratches behind the ears and a bowl of dry food. It was time to take matters into his own paws.
With the break of dawn, Whiskers leapt onto the tractor, standing tall on the seat. He placed his paws firmly on the wheel, his tail flicking with determination. Today, he would be the one in charge.
The farmhands stopped in their tracks, staring in disbelief. “Uh… is the cat about to drive?” one of them mumbled.
Whiskers let out a commanding meow. The fields stretched before him, a kingdom of green waiting to be conquered. He had watched the human long enough how hard could it be?
He pressed his paw against the wheel, his whiskers twitching with anticipation. The only problem? He had no idea how to start the engine.
A moment later, his human arrived, laughing so hard he nearly dropped his coffee. With a sigh, Whiskers hopped down, rubbing against his human’s legs as if to say, I was just inspecting it.
But deep down, he knew. Next time, he would figure out the controls. And when that day came, the farm would belong to Captain Whiskers, the Tractor King.
Credit goes original owner