I’ve returned to Beige U. for the spring semester, but the big news is back home where Kell and the rest of Civilization’s predators are on strike. (BTW, it doesn’t affect me or Rudy, since schools and universities are already no-predation zones.)
As you probably know, the issue is how much meat predators are permitted to take home for their families after giving the bulk of the catch to their employers. That has steadily eroded over the years. In the 1950s a single predator could support a mate and a litter, but by the 1980s most families required two predators to make ends meet. Now, even that is an iffy proposition. Hence, the walkout.
Management’s goal is easy to see: they want to break the union and go back to where each employee was a powerless lone wolf. So far, however, the strikers’ pack mentality is holding...even among felines. (!) The question is, what will happen when hunger sets in?
Kell has an advantage over her fellow strikers, since after she married Dad she acquired a taste for his native cuisine. (I’ve heard that frequently happens in mixed marriages, but fortunately Dad hasn’t moved in the other direction!) So, while other predators are going hungry Kell can sustain herself on carrots.
