Unfortunately I’ve been busy taking a bit of a mental vacation and really don’t have anything political in mind today. Staring at the wall did not help like it usually does.
I kept wondering why human hair keeps messing up my fur. Why do they insist on walking just where I’m about to go, even when I change my mind and head in a new direction. Why do they close the doors to the rooms I want to go into and why are they allowed into the yard when I am not.
In the mean time, I’m going back to my chair for a nap. Please don’t move me.