A cat responds to Friday Anti-Cat Blogging
I'm sure you all read Ann's gauntlet throw-down to felines everywhere. The one in my apartment would like to respond:

Dear Ann,It's on. You mess with my kind, you mess with me. Jen knows where you live. Be afraid.
- Clay, Prince of Darkness
P.S. Jen says I should lighten up, but, being a tool of ultimate evil, I can't. Hope you understand.
P.P.S. I don't like cheeseburgers. I eat bloggers.
After posting I realized this photo looks like I might be sending Clay to Ann in the mail. I am not. and what he actually said, after I read the post was "meow."
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go, cat, go!
Dear Prince of Darkness,
Hope Jen has lots of fun shoveling your hardened poop and picking your hair off of her belongings!
Thanks for using proper grammar.
Love, Ann
Go, Clay! I love cats in boxes. So cute. I couldn't put my laundry away without my cat trying to climb in the drawer. Or my suitcase if I was packing.
Ann--I would be careful. In case you haven't heard, Clay is a litte bit crazy. And I can say that becuase I've scooped his poop and I still adore him.
Awwww! My little Rocky loves boxes, too. He also likes to be given sightseeing tours of our house while being carried around in a laundry basket.
Box kitty! Box kitty!
My baby Moses will get into any box he can - he even wiggled himself into a Pepsi fridge pack box once. Too cute.
I'm taking the cat's side! Sorry, Ann!
I've had to pick up after the family dogs and I've had to clean up litter boxes. I would SO rather do the litter box. If you haven't had to clean a backyard of rottweiler poop, then you are very lucky.
Dear Clay:
Thanks for not crapping all over the house, stinking up everything, barking at the top of your lungs for no reason and knocking everyone down in a desperate plea for attention--like a canine would.
Yours Truly,
Jesse
There's no need for anti-felinism. It's not an important issue and you can't get stupid people (LOL Cats submitters) off the Internet. If you could, we should at least remove the child molesters and misogynists first. The puerile individual who makes cats look bad is not a feminist problem.
"There's no need for anti-felinism. It's not an important issue and you can't get stupid people (LOL Cats submitters) off the Internet. If you could, we should at least remove the child molesters and misogynists first. The puerile individual who makes cats look bad is not a feminist problem."
Shouldn't we remove ALL sexists (not just misogynists)? Just a suggestion.
Meow.
I love London
A wave of emotion swept over the crowd, the Olympic Flame was engulfed in it and died; the Olympic flag went out in tears, not cheers, and a great silence. This, more than any remembered laurel of the Games, was something no-one had ever experienced before—not anywhere in the world, not anywhere in time.
Clearly, as the crowds instinctively recognized, this finale had not been in the libretto. How accurate was their intuition. It was as late as the Wednesday of the final week that the Chairman received a letter, the writer of which identified himself as a Chinese boy "just turned seventeen".
"Mr. Hughes", he wrote, "I believe it has been suggested that a march should be put on during the Closing Ceremony, and you said it couldn't be done. I think it can be done." The march he had in mind, he said, was different from the one during the Opening Ceremony.
"During the march there will be only one Nation", he continued. "War, politics, and nationality will be all forgotten. What more could anybody want, if the whole world could be made as one Nation ? Well, you can do it in a small way. This is how I think... No team is to keep together and there should be no more than two team-mates together. They must be spread out evenly... I'm certain everybody, even yourself, would agree this would be a great occasion... no-one would forget. The important thing in the Olympic Games is not to win, but to take part."
The idea caught the imagination of the Hon. W. S. Kent Hughes but it was not until lunch-time on Friday, the day before the Closing, that others who had to be consulted had approved and the President of the International Olympic Committee endorsed the innovation.
Time was so short that a public announcement was deemed inadvisable and instructions were issued to cancel the parade if the athletes who mustered proved fewer than 400. The spectators were thus taken completely by surprise.
The writer of the letter was later identified as John Ian Wing, an Australian-born Chinese, a carpenter's apprentice by trade.
So much for the factors which highlighted the Olympic Games in Melbourne as an historic and heroic occasion.
The winning of them for Melbourne made a story cast in the same mould. The strongest argument in favour of Melbourne's selection had been the record of Australian sportsmen and women and their unbroken record of participation in the Games of every Olympiad in the Modern Era, an honour shared with only Great Britain and Northern Ireland, Greece, and U.S.A. Many Australians, leaders in State and Sport, were to carry the idea to fruition.
At a meeting convened to re-establish the Victorian Olympic Council, it was resolved on the motion of Mr. C. R. Aitken that "We apply for the Games". The motion was carried unanimously. On 1st July, 1946, together with the President, Mr. W. T. J. Uren, Mr. Tanner, who was the Honorary Secretary of the Council, and the driving force in the campaign for Melbourne, transmitted the request to the Australian Olympic Federation and the International Olympic Committee. The reply from Mr. J. Sigfrid Edstrom, then Acting President of the International Olympic Committee, explained that the Games were never given to a country but to a city, and asked that the city be named, and Mr. Tanner replied, "Melbourne".