A while back, Amanda Marcotte had a spot-on, hilarious post comparing the Republican meltdown to our favorite felines: How Can I Say This without Insulting Cats?
One of the best things about having cats is their “meant to do that” moments. Every cat owner has a favorite story about this. When I was a child, my cat fell in the toilet and then tried to walk it off like she meant to do that.
(More here, including the blathering by Michael Steele that inspired Marcotte.)
Grey Kitty used to do equally foolish things. Her slogan could have been, “Can I Haz Feeline Grace?” She’d run headlong into her scratching post, then act as though she’d meant to hit the brakes for an emergency grooming session. My husband would call this an Übersprungshandlung, and the actual behavior was about as clunky as the word.
But does the comparison to Republicans hold water? Well, how does your average cat stack up against Dick Cheney? The cat is cuter, equally devious, amoral instead of immoral, and too sleepy to ever be evil. And did I mention cuter? Now sub “Limbaugh” for “Cheney.” “Colter” for “Cheney.” No matter the permutation, the cat comes out on top due to terminal cuteness.
Surely these people are getting desperate about how to repackage themselves. We can be glad they don’t sport tabby stripes and adorable whiskers. Or we might be in trouble. Here’s exhibit A. (By the way, Simon’s cat’s bitchy meow reminds me an awful lot of Grey Kitty’s.)
Patron cat of Kittywampus (1985-2001)
OMG, that cartoon was adorable!
Years ago one of my cats fell into a big pot of tomato sauce simmering on the stove. Of course she meant to do that, I’m sure she stole a meatball while she was at it. We didn’t know it happened until we saw her with some orange-y/red stains (she had licked most of the sauce off but it stained her fur)on one leg and on her side and saw that the lid on the pot was sort of half on, half off.
Oh, the mental image you paint gives the cartoon a run for its money! Cats don’t have a good concept of stains, or of covering their tracks in general. Grey Kitty liked to hide under blankets … but her protruding raccoon tail always gave her away. She also really liked tomato sauce, even though I never added meat. That’s still not as odd as my friend’s cat who liked cantaloupe.