This afternoon I got to thinking, which doesn’t bode well for innocent people, that cats are what should be placed in Congress rather than people. Put another way, we just got a new cat which is a terror to life and limb. I gave him the name of, Armageddon, but my wife thought the name to severe. Realistic, mind you, but over the top. This means that we are now in search of a name for a non-docile and terroristic feline who loves fish, it would seem.
Why am I telling you of this? I’m really not sure. Call it a plea for help? I have stepped on its feet about twenty times thus far as it has no qualms about sneaking up behind me and staying close to my heels. Thank goodness I have great balance or you wouldn’t hear from me again. The terror aspect is our home in general.
Soon, his testosterone will be nullified and this may calm him down. It did me, anyway but that was by getting old, not, going to the vet. As far as his future? What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. And, yes, I told my wife I am far too old to be neutered. Too late, fits the bill in my case.
I thought this newsworthy as being neutered probably means no run for the Senate anytime soon. Either him or me. I would probably explode at how slow those people get work done as I ran a business for decades. I can see me tarred and feathered and run out on a rail in a mere few weeks.
If my plans change you will be the first to know. Maybe the second?
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