I knew America was in trouble when cat people started taking over all the pet stores. They used to have one shelf, maybe two, for cat food and toys, and the rest of the space was for man's best friend. Now you go in to the Paw Mart where I am still welcome, but why bother, and they have a whole room full of cats. Management was looking at some rag-a-muffin called Rusty. I had to stand outside, even though I am practically blind, and I cannot run any more. The person on duty was your typical washed out liberal bipedal female with no makeup who probably eats sprout and tofu sandwiches on organic pita bread. One of the customers gave me a few peanut butter treats, or I would have died of boredom, and I do not have my will finished yet, so you-know-who would be pretty damned disappointed if I croaked in the cat store and did not give her rights to my blog and book opus.
Today in cyberspace it is the same thing. You cannot open your email without a Fwd: Fwd: Fwd: message about some cat. The email where this worthless video came from said, "Too, too cute!" (This was in the boss' mail box, but I read her mail all the time with my ADD equipment we got the government to pay for, ha ha ha.)
Well, too, too cute is about these tabby cats talking to each other - like we'd be interested. I hate to be the one to tell everyone this, but they are plotting a terrorist takeover of the meat department of their local grocery store. (I understand cat language. I picked up the patois pretending I was asleep on the porch at night when they slither around the alleys and back yards looking for thrills.)
Go see this for yourself, but do not say I did not tell you so when Mr. Puddy Cat waits on you the next time you want a T-bone or a Cornish hen.
http://cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/player/popup/index.php?cl=5120612
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