It is often said that leading Mensans is like herding cats. I disagree. Leading Mensans is like driving a covered wagon across the plains.
The wagon is being pulled by Mensans. They are not cats. They are race horses. And foxes, clever but without much muscle. Sometimes you have an eagle, providing high-level views but not really doing much else. You also have a dolphin— very intelligent, but totally out of their element when it comes to pulling a wagon on land. On the other hand, dolphins are handy to keep around in case the wagon needs to cross a river.
Traveling with you are squirrels, interested in everything, and skunks, providing… atmosphere. Trailing behind, not pulling and somewhat hidden are the timid bunnies. Sometimes a playful terrier jumps in to entertain, nip at the horses’ ankles, and piddle on everything.
In addition to all that, you have a grumpy old ox, pulling in the opposite direction and a few coyotes and hyenas on sidelines howling at you. Hovering over everything is a vulture, waiting for you to fail.
And what about the cat? The cat is in your lap, being as helpful as cats tend to be—distracting and demanding attention.
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