Feline Presidential Endorsement

ROFL!

Now this must be passed around. Thank you!

We do what we can.

Hilarious. I’ve already linked to it. Good luck!

You are a most generous hairless person.

I’m going to congratulate you instead of Zoot. I’d go to her directly, but I have a feeling she won’t remember her old pals who knew her back when she was cursing sparrows.

Capuchin. Fucking brilliant.

Amazing, isn’t it, how much attention a six-pound animal with no ambition and fewer prospects can garner with a hissy fit?

But I thank you, and Zoot—in her own crabbed, narcissistic way—thanks you.

Boss, Boss, cursing sparrows! Stop, stop, I can’t breath, I’m laughing so hard.

You may be but a lowly siphonapterid, F.F., but you have taste. Hell, you’d make a better president than Incurious George. At least you admit you’re not boss.

Oh, isn’t THIS just a lovely mutual admiration society.

Uh-huh, yes, and you’re above blandishments, Zoot, we all know. That page of fawning over your presidential endorsement proves it.

Boss, Boss, brilliant! You zinged her right where she licks! You’re like the Marconi of cat ripostes; the Tesla of feline rejoinders; the Edison of pussy put-downs.