What's that, you say? Of course we meant "gay" in the sense of joyous, celebratory happiness. Then again, on the other hand why shouldn't we be joyous and celebratory about a fabulous LGBT inaugural?
Here are some catty (and not so catty) observations about the day.
We thought the second inaugural address was great. An inspiring paean to American exceptionalism, and a huge rebuke to obstructionists in the other party. We cats hope they were listening.
We liked Michelle Obama's coat, gloves and boots, but having seen the Royal Family stand out in crowds, we would have advised the First Lady to wear a color that would have helped her be seen.
Whoops, Myrlie Evers-Williams: Barack Obama is our 44th President, not our 45th.
We've never seen "American Idol," and never will. So we weren't too sure who Kelly Clarkson was. She was okay. Beyonce was okay. But James Taylor and the Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir were the best.
We're very glad John Roberts has learned the value of index cards.
Former President Jimmy Carter and First Lady Rosalynn Carter both looked great — not bad for 88-year-olds. And it was good to see the Secretary of State so hale and hearty. But although George H.W. Bush, recently released from the hospital, gets a pass for not showing up, The Worst Person Who's Ever Lived has no excuse.
We're assuming that unlike his fellow Mormon, Mike "DUI" Crapo, Harry Reid was toasting the President with sparkling water this afternoon.
Finally, we cats worked our tails off last fall to make this day possible. We sure didn't want to have Willard Mitt Romney take the oath today, see the Koch Brothers sitting on the dais, and hear Debby (or Pat!) Boone sing the national anthem. But over and above that, just knowing that we have a smart and thoughtful person in the Oval Office makes us very happy. And we PURR.
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