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my cat talks 1

 

 

I tell my cat everything..... She's a cool cat....... Well, I don't know how to tell you.........but she talks.

I tell her everything....work stuff....rants and raves about science, politics, art,......you know, things. 

She gives me pretty good  advice when I ask for it, even though I might not take it.

I'm a little suspicious of her advice on relationships though,

 it always ends with her being the dominant female

 in the studio.

Well, when I got home tonight, she convinced me to watch Bush's speech.

She set up the television in the corner where she works.

She's an artist. 

She says she can only work with Fancy Feast and Purina Cat Chow. 

She tells me I am honored, to be the only one to see her work,

 because,

"the world is not ready".

We'll I'm no collector,

so I bury it outside till she becomes famous.

Anyway.

 

She's listening to Bush and laughs. 

"Some demonstrators have invaded the convention. 

If he can't protect his own private function,

 how will he protect us?"

"Where's the weapons Bumbles?", she yells,

 she calls Bush "Bumbles"

 

"Now he's calling his Iraq blunder defending america" she says. 

"Do you notice all his domestic solutions will eventually benefit big corporations

 at the expense of the citizens."

It usually takes me a week or two to figure out what that cat is talking about,

 but she's usually right.

"This time, it will be better to have the devil we don't know,

 then the one we do."

she whispers to herself,

"this one is a devil"

 

 

"His mouth is moving, but nothing real is coming out"

"He talks of fighting terror, but he's the one who created it."

"He's now attacking a senator who has been reelected a few times fairly, and actually served in the military."

This is going to be a long night I think to myself.

She catches me rolling my eyes. 

 She jumps up to her spot.

 Oh, oh,

 she's

 mad.

She gives me that look and says.

 

 

"So let me tell you something human.

The world will always be a dangerous place.

Don't let those bumbling, finger pointing, tough talking phonies fool you.

They talk of family values and morals, but look around do you not

see the cuts in the budget for education, health, and services

 for your fellow common working 

humans.

Always trying to eliminate the laws that protect you,

 saying they get in the way of progress.

Bush and his created this mess, and now they want you to give them another four years.

And how many more of your fine young children?  

Who signed up to serve and defend,

  not to be used as a publicity stunt for a bunch of self-serving hypocrites.

 They thought they would march into a "for sure" win in Iraq,

 and

 if they make a few dollars for their friends and themselves rebuilding Iraq,

 there's already 3 billion unaccounted for,

 so be it,

 freedom isn't cheap.

Then march away with this election and forever stand victorious in history as

 Gods of Freedom."

 

She looks back at the TV and says.

 

"Well Bumbles, what happened.

Forget to tell the rest of the world your plan?"

"If he was truly presidential material he would not seek a second term,

but step down,

now!

 

"Now scratch my head." she demands.

  I scratch.

 She's been hitting the nip

again.

 

 

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