A night to forget

It’s only Post Number Two and already I have to say, my bad! I violated the rules of polite conversation and injected politics into my introduction. Now I’m no politicat, but that last election just rocked a lot of people’s worlds. I know, because I witnessed it firsthand.

Being sensitive creatures, we cats process what is going on around us by interpreting the moods, emotions and tones of our human captors. So let’s just address the elephant in the room, or should I say the elephant in the West Wing, and get it over with.

Last Nov. 7 began much like any other Tuesday … a light breakfast, a trip to the litter box, and a long nap. But when my mamas came home that evening, I could sense that this was no ordinary day. They seemed excited, jubilant even, and talked of history being made. They settled into their chairs with drinks and snacks, and turned on the TV. First came some raucous laughter, as election results from places like Indiana and Kentucky came in. Trump! “Oh no, it’s over!” Mama G shouted mockingly, and they both giggled.

As the night wore on, the laughter faded, and a side of my mamas I had never seen before emerged, and one which I hope to never see again. They started throwing soft objects at the TV and yelling things that made even me blush. There were even some tears before they went to bed, their faces masks of stunned disbelief. It was a look that would remain for days, and I tiptoed even more gingerly around the house for a while. I think they’re mostly over it now.

Despite my mamas’ efforts to include me in the process, no, I did not really vote that day. And if I could have, my vote might have surprised you. You probably think I would have gone for the one with the orange mane, right? Definitely not! As I already alluded to, his pet-less status is enough alone to be a deal-breaker for me. Besides, I’m well aware of who feeds me.

So who was my candidate? I’m not telling … politics is personal.