President Obama's approval rating crashed through the 40% floor, and I think I know why. The call came through on Friday. I glanced at the caller ID, did not see a familiar name or number, and let the phone ring. Unfortunately, G was walking by the phone and pressed the Speaker button. With his paw. G is my cat, Goofy. Boy, did that pollster get an earful! That poor woman took the brunt of the nearly nearly two years of feline resentment roiling and festering in his big belly. I had no idea he despised Obama so much! How could I not put him on as a Guest Blogger? Below is the open letter to the President he wrote in order to express his displeasure at being lumped in with Wall Street bankers.
From Kitty Goofy
Mr. President
Y must u hate on us "fat cats"? Some ov us havv a glanjewler problim and cant help it u know!
Mr Obama, U R NOT 4 kitties. U R a basterd. Im going to come and claw yr eyes out.
9 comments:
You mean 40 percent and still sinking.
Your kitteh sounds like he has had it up to here and is not going to take it anymore. I'd keep an eye on him if I were you.
Yeah for Goofy! He is very smart.
Much smarter than all the morons who voted for obummer!
Goofy is also very pretty!
Me personally, have always avoided cat fights.
But dang I'll stand in Goofy's corner anyday. He will certainly certainly one day be the undisputed champ cat.
I always knew cats were intelligent! Rock on, Goofy!
Goofy has appeared on this blog before:
Goofy on my husband's leather jacket
Don't let Goofy near my cat!
Together they outweigh Harry Reid and, as a team, they could do at least as much damage.
Smart kitty!
And good looking too.
lolz woooooooooooooooo (purr) :)
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