"We're Going To Be Okay"

By Hubie and Bertie

First, the votes have to be counted, and until they are, we have to wait. But things are trending our way.

In the meantime, thinking back on when we cats were kittens and first met Joe Biden, it's hard to believe that he could possibly hold such sway over our ability to get back to normal life now. Incredible power is on the verge of being handed to a guy who was just a likable young Senator then. At a large public event, we made a joke at his expense that brought the house down, and he handled it with humor and grace. We've had a soft spot for him ever since — but never thought he might someday hold the future of American democracy in his hands.

The years haven't been kind to him, though: Two failed Presidential campaigns, a brain aneurysm, losing Beau, and oh, those Clarence Thomas hearings. Those were, and remain, simply and unforgivably awful. But going into 2020 pre-pandemic, we knew that with Kamala Harris dropping out, he would be the Democrat we'd support. (By the time we voted for him, in June, the race had wrapped up.) After that, we hoped he'd put Kamala on the ticket. And he did.

Democrats have lots of reasons to be unhappy this week. Senate candidates who were supposed to be a lock ended up losing. (Looking at you, Sara Gideon. WTF?) We lost Doug Jones. We lost seats in the House. Our own Trumpy Congresswoman won re-election, ugh. But we have two Senate runoffs coming up in Georgia, and we're getting very close to achieving the big goal: running the Republican grifters out of the Executive Branch, and having a kind, thoughtful, loving human being in the Oval Office again.

As for the nearly 70 million Americans who voted for four more years of Donald Trump's lying, perfidy, rampant criminality, racism, misogyny, xenophobia, shattering of norms, destruction of government, and murderous neglect of both people and planet, that is unfathomable. We don't know what this Soul Of The Nation is that Joe keeps talking about, but it appears we have a lot of work to do on it. Until then, though, it might be enough to believe that we'll be okay. We cats PURR.