Good grief. I was not a cat person until very recently, but out of pity, I fed and then took in a cat made stray by the next door neighbor’s sudden death. At this moment, the cat sits on a table next to me, devoted to my company and luxuriating as a well-mannered indoor cat. I remain an undiluted, ready for battle, MAGA red conservative of the first water. The cat even watches War Room with me.
“The cat even watches War Room with me.”
One of our cats had a thing for GW Bush. When she’d hear his voice on TV she’d run in, sit down in front of the TV, and stare at him. I should try to find one of the pics I took.