Guest Post

Oh ... you, again.

It's me, Lucy, Bilbo's grandcat.

I saw that Bilbo wanted to take a day or two off from writing his blog because he ran out of ideas. I, of course, being a perceptive cat, figured it was time to step in once again and pull his fat out of the fire* by offering more mature feline perspective on things. I'm a busy cat, so let's get on with it.

The last time I guest posted here was in August of last year. Things were pretty crazy for you humans then, and as I look at your situation now, it's only gotten worse. How's that Trump person working out for you? Has he learned to speak in complete sentences yet? You could probably have elected Clara and done better. Geez, the way he claims credit for everything, I'm surprised he hasn't boasted yet about how he beat that British king back in the 1700s. The way I see it, all he's done is undo what that Obama person did, while deliberately ignoring or insulting everybody but the people who already think he's the cat's meow**. 

As much as I hate to say it, that Trump person is pretty cat-like. He's naturally self-centered and overbearing, ignores everyone that can't do him immediate favors, and likes to deliberately knock things over just to see them fall. The major difference is that we don't feel the need to brag and send juvenile little messages to remind everyone of how clever and powerful we are. We just know. We watch, think, and plan. We don't waste energy. We don't go out of our way to make enemies.

In short, we're a whole lot smarter than the humans you've picked to be your leaders.

Well, I could go on, but as you humans say, you've made your bed and now you have to lie in it. Go back and read what I wrote in my last post back in August. There's no point in wasting my time telling you the same things again, because you obviously didn't listen the first time and I've got better things to do. All I'll say is that I hope you think a little more before you do this voting thing the next time.

Have whatever kind of day you want. I'm a cat, and I still don't care. Bilbo will be back tomorrow with his own thoughts. Until then, meow.

Lucy

* No small job, I can tell you.

** Sorry.