WhenWeAreQueen

Max is driving me out of my mind.  He only knows one way to get what he wants—ramming his head against the wall as hard as he can, as fast as he can, until the wall breaks or he is knocked unconscious.  I can’t imagine why anyone suffers from empty nest syndrome.

Albert is enjoying an excursion out of his cage.  Well, I am not exactly sure that enjoyment is the emotion he is feeling; these things can be hard to tell with a mouse.  At any rate, he is rambling around on the couch, whiskers twitching and ears perked, depositing mouse poops hither and yon.  Horus has taken to sitting by Albert’s cage, peering inside intently and with a concerned expression on his face.  Bring him nose-to-nose with Mr. Mouse, however, and he backs away with a look of cat-horror.  But just the other day, his brother Tiger snacked on a field mouse for lunch. 

I think the most absurd thing I’ve ever heard anyone say came from the lips of that ditz Valerie Jarrett at the White House:  “We’re going to speak truth to power.”  Her mouth must be on a reflex loop to her spinal cord, not engaging her cerebral cortex.  She just has tired Lefty cliches that spill from her and she doesn’t have enough imagination or insight to understand how utterly ignorant and fatuous she sounds.  I can’t believe these people are allowed to drive, let alone try to run the government.