I would have posted something last night, but as it turns out, my cats' hair has some sentient element to it which, when shed, allows it to choose to combine with other cat hair, yielding huge masses of feline tumbleweeds. These were rolling across my kitchen floor with great impunity, and I was suddenly struck with the notion that if I didn't do my damnedest to defeat them, they might spread. And then who knows what could happen? They could end up rolling out the door, asphyxiating the neighbors, robbing liquor stores, foiling the police, bumping off high-ranking city officials, thereby eliminating any obstacles they might encounter in sabotaging the mayoral race. And then where would many of us be? Sitting in Cleveland wondering how the hell we ended up with Mayor Hairball at the helm, that's where. Kate Foster ... Keeping the apartment clean so that you can sleep just a little better at night. Paid for by the Coalition to Elect Kate Foster to Some Position or Another. Clearly, what the world needs is more wiseasses in public office.
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