The Audacity of Hope

I've uploaded my photograph. Or rather, my photograph with the sixth oldest of our seven cats.

He is a Siamese Lynx Point cat, an absolutely beautiful animal. He's about a year old. He was a pound cat, and just refused to let us out without adopting him. Mrs. Rat and I struggled with a name for three days.

He had the name Max previously. We tried various names. I can't remember them all. I'm absolutely convinced, in a way, that cats name themselves.

We finally settled on a name. Obama.

Yes, Senator, we're putting pressure on you. Our cat has your name. So you'd better win, or on November 5, we will be in search of a new name.