The Bidens Ruin Another Life

Imagine being a cat living on a farm. It's Heaven! You get to chase little mousies, and whatever other critters are scurrying around in the barn. If you're really quick you might catch a few and kill them. What fun! And there are other, bigger animals around, like chickens and cows and horses and who knows what.

Then one day some fancy lady comes along and thinks you're pretty and suddenly your life is a living Hell. She kidnaps you and your life is over. No more fun for you -- you're stuck inside some sort of huge space that's pretty sterile, with not a mouse in sight. And now you have to take a crap in a box of pebbles instead of out in nature. 

There's just two old people rattling around, and a giant dog that scares the shit out of you. How did this happen? Is this a bad dream? Will you ever wake up?

This is the fate of the new White House cat, named Willow by Jill Biden (after her hometown, like the cat cares) who took a liking to it a while back and decided she had to have it. Now there's no more fresh air to breathe, grass to nibble on or butterflies to chase. Not even any little kids to play with! Just lots of silly plastic toys to bat around and some flashing lights once in awhile when the photographers are let inside.

Thanks a lot, Bidens!