Today we cats were shopping in Montreal at an exposition of Quebec artisans. We bought something from a leather-purse maker. While she was ringing us up, she asked us if we were Americans. Since we obviously were, there was something she wanted to tell us.
"We love your prime minister," she said.
(Of course she meant President Obama. But Canada has a prime minister, so that's the first English term she came up with.)
It struck us cats that that never would have been said to us during the dark days of the Cheney Administration. A nice thought after a challenging political year. We cats PURR.
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