As you see in the photo, grumpy Topaz smells something stinky wafting from Wall Street.
Meanwhile, the elusive Mr.A. Cat has sent a new limerick he tossed hastily together, writes he, yet I am to pass it on to you forthwith because the pulse of the ongoing financial crisis has Mr.A.'s paw upon it:
A kitten was bailed out of hock
while bankers stayed out of the dock
yet truth isn't told
who pilfered our gold
and traded for insider stock.
~:~will the financial and political evil-doers ever be brought to justice? Mr.A.Cat doesn't think so, do you?