As you know, my strength as a canindate is with the cats.  However, I have tried to herd them and it is not working out as well as I had hoped.  Nana has proven to be useless as a campaigner. Or as a manager. 

Can you see TRUST in their eyes???  Do you think they will vote for ME???

I listen to them as they complain ad nauseum...

 

 

 

I am slipping into unconsciousness.  They whine and meow and hiss and I can't make them happy at all.

So I have a deep EXISTENTIAL QUESTION!!  Is it possible to make felines happy?  Just what do they want anyway? 

IT must be a bad day...even The Cats, for whom I have fought so hard, as illusive and reserved.  You would think they don't trust me!   It is mortifying. 

I can't even fix this picture right.  Cat won't talk, I am going to bed.  Good night

A dissenter...I tried to talk to him but we don't see eye to eye.

PResidential Look

It is fairly common knowledge that Nana is capable to giving The Look to people who violate her standards (low) of conduct (whatever).  Chin down, eyes up to the eyebrows and then one eyebrow goes UP and it makes her glasses askew.  I have not told her this...but I am also practicing it.  On her.  So far, it is not working but I will perseverate.

I am working on who is going to be my running mate and have decided that SNICKERS is the best.  SNICKERS always acts better after eating and so it will be SNICKERS who will attend the various state functions.  I will of course, attend Funerals, pool parties, and the Dillards' Sales. 


In keeping with my new Presidential position (assumed), I am cleaning up.  My Style.  I have been shredding irrelevant papers, putting my financial affairs (with the French poodle) (who shall remain unnamed) in order (SHE had such blind trust), and getting fluffed and buffed.  Check me out:

I had the spa especially put in for my private time.

But of course I use a professional to keep me looking my best...

Snickers...thus far, has declined to be fluffed and buffed.  but it is just a matter of catching...

PResidential Look

It is fairly common knowledge that Nana is capable to giving The Look to people who violate her standards (low) of conduct (whatever).  Chin down, eyes up to the eyebrows and then one eyebrow goes UP and it makes her glasses askew.  I have not told her this...but I am also practicing it.  On her.  So far, it is not working but I will perseverate.

I am working on who is going to be my running mate and have decided that SNICKERS is the best.  SNICKERS always acts better after eating and so it will be SNICKERS who will attend the various state functions.  I will of course, attend Funerals, pool parties, and the Dillards Sales. 

It is very important to look Presidential.  I have been practicing in the mirror.  See what you think...

 

This is me, staring off into the Rose Garden on the East Lawn of the West White House that faces West.  I see the future of our Great Nation, One Nation, indivisble with Liberty and Justice for all Creature-Kind.
I think I look pretty good.

Try this one...

You see, We, the Royal We, must keep On Top of The Issues, ergo, (a smart sounding word) I watch the pun-dints (ryhmes with mints).  I am looking Off to The Great Future.

Here I am, back at the Aunt Bunny's Resort, Refuge, Spa and Ranch for the Distressed, communing with my constituants. It is very important that I keep in touch with the heart and soul of my people and cats so I can properly know their will.  And consider that will in what I do.  Whether or not I chose to ignore that will is not any of their beeswax.

I of course am only telling you.  This will not find its way into my Blackberry or my email accounts, should I have them, or not have them, according to some Amendment or another. 

Aunt Bunny's Resort, Refuge, Ranch and Spa for Distressed Animals.

This is a shameless advertisement for Aunt Bunny's Resort, Refuge, Ranch and Spa for Distressed Animals.  Nana...well, it is always NANA, decided to check me into the Aunt Bunny's Pet Resort, Refuge, Ranch and Spa for Distressed Animals because in shrinkology-speak, the Conventions were just too too much for me.  I tried to speak at the First One but there were donkeys at the door and THEY had expected Lassie (although we all know she is as dead as a doorknob) but then someone thought they should get that wordy Chase-the-Aussie but HE was aligning elsewhere, with a bunch of sheep.  Anyway, politics aside, I couldn't get a paw in edgewise so I took the bus to the Other Convention.

They seem a bit more inclusive but I didn't expect the elephants to be in on the circus (this is the LAST year for that, donja know?) so I just de-camped. I did sign a few autographs but that is so exhausting without opposable thumbs, so I just came home and Nana promptly locked me up for more than 72 hours at the Aunt Bunny Resort, Refuge, Ranch and Spa for Distressed Animals.

So I called Unca Bob.  But Unca Bob is the chief of the Raccoon Riders and he is gone around the bend so I was stuck.

Thankfully, Aunt Bunny's Resort, Refuge, Ranch and Spa for Distressed Animals is RATHER Superb.  Take a look:

    I had a professional Massage Person.  She wore a lovely blue outfit and knew just where I needed stress relief.

I had my own PROFFESSIONAL trainer who believed that working the stairs was important to my well being (and doesn't he have nice legs?)

AND Then...

I had my own room where I could relax, kick back and watch some TV.  I do so like that Anderson Cooper dude even if he said awful things about Honey Badger. 

I had 9 (NINE) cats at my beck and call.  They took care of me, looked after Nana's garden, and are now - EVEN NOW as we speak - are going all out for my campaign because they know EQUAL RIGHTS FOR CATS is an urgent issue.

I have been discharged but, well, Nana is Nana.  Soon as Unca Bob comes back from being around the bend, we are going to have WORDS.  Yes, NANA, watch your back!