Early Caturday

I could blog about what an excreable job ABC News did this week in running the most trivialized debate this election cycle and why Charlie Gibson and George Stephanopoulos ought to be dragged out into the street and flogged. I could opine that giving national airtime to voters who are seriously considering basing their vote for a candidate based on whether or not he wears a flag pin on the lapel of his suit shows that this country is truly becoming a confederacy of morons. Or I could write about how Michael Bloomberg thinks the next president will at least be "an adult," which is nothing other than a backhanded slap at both the current president and those who voted for him.

But fuck all of that. I'm calling an early Caturday.

First up, my ass cat, Gracie. I refer to her that way because she can't or won't clean her ass, so about once a week, I have to take her into the shower and wash her ass. Which is a process she really hates, so you'd think she'd get a clue. For all of that, she's a loving cat.


Jake is taking in a bit of early morning sun. He seems to be wondering what sort of stupid human activity I happen to be up to. Click on the photo to embiggin and see his expression.


For a story about how a kitten can be of assistance while suffering from the stomach flu, go read this. WARNING: That tale is not keyboard-safe.