A no-fly zone

It’s a good thing I’m not president, because I’d declare all U.S. airspace a no-fly zone. You see, I hate flies. They’re just dirty, pesky creatures that seem to serve no useful purpose whatsoever. So when I spotted one the other night in the bathroom, the hunt was on!

And isn’t it a bit early to be seeing flies? Do you think it’s a sign of an early spring?

Oh man, foiled again! And I was hoping for a tasty little snack.

You know, maybe I would make a good president. After all, my orange fur is full and natural and not some ridiculous combover, and I think my heart and head are in the right place. My first order of business would be to catch that annoying little Twitter bird.