Photo Evidence That Kitty Cats Make Good Spies!
Oh my good-den-ness, what a big surprise! It's been so long since Lim and I received a secret missive from Mr. A. Cat that today's communique was quite unexpected!
On a causal level, it seems that the espionage troubles of Mar-a-Lago's Donald Trump have inspired Mr. A. Cat (an agent formerly in service to our nation, now in retirement under a shady veranda somewhere in the midst of the hinterlands) and he's sent along a new limerick!
My roommate Lim discovered the surreptitious verse of mockery scratched into his litter box earlier this morning so as the typist here (because cats have no thumbs and most are notoriously bad spellers), Lim has asked me to pass along the verse for your consideration.
For after all, though retired, Mr. A. Cat is an experienced professional in the field. So read if you must, but Please Be Advised: you may find the verse brief, yet pithy:
Herr Trump Smells A Rat in His Woodpile
Was the squealer Guiliani?
loose-lipped yet afraid of Fani
'Traitor' Trump still on the loose
Might end up with Pence's noose.
(Figuratively speaking, of course. Imprisonment could result.)
-- Mr. A. Cat, circa August 2022
So I guess it's just like people say: it's hard out there for crooks, thieves, and spies who can turn on each other in hopes of saving their own hides!
Full Disclosure: this blog works upon the principle that shady and/or stupid politicians should be mocked and ridiculed as often as possible, even if by limerick. jc