Right of Way
Right of Way
Joyce, my tortoiseshell cat, rules the roost chez Nag. She usurps Mr. Nags seat by the fireplace if he gets up for a moment, stares down large dogs and when she wants to eat she says RIGHT NOW DAMMIT! and I hop to it. We all know that cats rule the internet and apparently theyve also ruled the White House. Heres what happened when the worlds most powerful elite had a showdown with President Theodore Roosevelts cat, Slippers:
"The man who found a way to make peace between Russia and Japan, did it quickly. With an amused bow, as if in apology to the Ambassadress, he escorted her around Slippers, and kept on his way toward the East Room. Whereupon the representatives of Great Britain, and of France, of Germany, and Italy, of all the great empires and of the little kingdoms clear down to the last on the long list, followed suit, paying their respects to Slippers quite as effectually as if the war-ships of their nations had thundered out a salute at an expenditure of powder that would have kept a poor man comfortable for a year, and certainly have scared even a White House cat almost to death."More: Futility Closet
Thanks Bruce!
Right of Way
