Still Restless

Flummoxed by the worsening condition in The Misters of RHS (Restless Human Syndrome), The Smee has decided to seek professional advice from The Compleat Caterwauling Catalog of Cat Concatenations, 7^th Edition 

-- except that The Misters do not own this cat-friendly multivolume encyclopedia, so The Smee had to consult an online version of all-things-human-that-a-cat-needs-to-know, called Catscan.cat --

            

Amongst many informative articles about the bizarrities of human behavior (why they like to pet cats, why they speak to them as wee children, why they eat such a variety of repulsive foods, drink spoiled liquids, and stare endlessly at objects that have no interest in terms of smell) one finds the following entry about their restlessness:

[Enough already! I’m restless reading this! – ed.]

Restless Nes(t)

Mister Smitty suffers from RHS*

(*Restless Human Syndrome)

Just about the time The Smitty has nestled himself down into a Mister’s lap, relaxified his haunches, laid his wee chin on a Mister’s knee, and sighed the sigh of the ages …

“Hup!”

There goes the Mister getting up on some fool errand, disturbing The Smee’s rest.

What to do about RHS?

Stay tuned to see what Mister Smitty has up his sleeve.

[Granma, what did “stay tuned” mean? – ed.]