By all accounts, last night's official dinner for our visiting Brits went off splendidly. We have that event as well as other news on our furry little minds today. In no special order of importance, here they are:
Why did Samantha Cameron choose this dress? It looks like something our third-grade teacher wore in 1965, lengthened into a gown. Contrary to other reviews we've seen, we cats believe the First Lady left her British counterpart flailing in the fashion dust.
We think it's sweet that gay couples were, no pun intended, out in force at the White House last night, and that everybody noticed. But we look forward to the day when that will no longer be news.
Note to the GOP: If you want to shorten your nightmarish primary season, take a page from the Canadians and consider a boxing match. Liberal MP Justin Trudeau will challenge Tory Senator Patrick Brazeau on March 31 to raise money for an anti-cancer charity. But since the event is called "The Fight for the Cure," we caution our Canadian friends: You may hear from the Komen Foundation's lawyers soon. (Oh, and don't wear pink trunks.)
Speaking of folks we admire named Trudeau, this week's Doonesbury series on the Republicans' war on women's reproductive freedom is brilliant. We're sure "Transvaginal Bob" McDonnell is jealous that it's about Texas and not him. And while we're on the subject of clueless GOP Governors, Tom Corbett is an idiot. We cats wish multiple prostate exams on him, and soon.
Finally, as cats, we don't often concern ourselves with canine-related issues, but we're smugly satisfied to see Willard Mitt Romney, er, dogged by the Irish-setter-on-top-of-the-car story. Although the original incident appalls us. And by the way — Butch Otter? Do not defend Willard by saying, "We carry our dogs around in the back of our pickup all the time." You are not supposed to drive around with unsecured animals in your open truck! That's almost worse than what Romney did.
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