What Say You?

What a wonderful day to write a not-political blog! Have you seen the news lately? I have my choice of pick of the litter. But, much like the 5 kittens we once saw dumped by our mailbox, it is hard to choose just one.

The kittens were quite an ordeal. First, the boys had to beg HH to allow another cat. We already had two grown ones. After a lot of begging and sad little boy puppy dog eyes, HH permitted ONE kitten. We went to pick up the Siamese-colored one, but alas, somebody with good taste in kittens had already taken that one. We took a little yellow-striped fellow. After HH got home that evening, the boys told him how the kitten was lonely. It cried. The other cats hated it. It needed a companion. And besides, there were two boys, and it's hard to share a kitten, so couldn't we have just one more? They could keep each other company. HH threw up his hands. "Go get another one." Wouldn't you know it? Somebody had taken another kitten, and there were only two left. So we had to drive home and explain to HH that if we took one, it would leave one kitten alone, and everybody knows that one kitten alone in the woods by the road and the creek with a lot of dogs roaming free will not survive. It would be a death sentence to take one kitten and leave one. So that's how we got three more cats for the Mansion.