Put A Cat In The White House

As I watch the last of three presidential candidate debates, I am underwhelmed by what I see and hear. Same old pablum from both parties. Kerry looks like he ate a lemon before he walked onstage and Bush just looks vapid. But what choice do I have?

Actually, there is a viable third choice: Seamus the cat. He inspires confidence with his muscular and hairy physique. His approach to most problems is refreshingly direct: kill it and eat it. I've pointed out before on this blog that he is tough on crime. His litmus test for judges is simple too: If he can sit on your lap, you can sit on the bench.

And he's just the top of the ticket. Heather the cat would be the first female cat to be vice president. What other party can promise that? And Sophie the dog would make an excellent Secretary of State: she'd make other diplomats throw the ball for her to fetch until they agree to whatever she wants.

How could we lose with this team in the White House?

How can we lose?