Debating
I was watching the debates this weekend...the Democratic debates cause I missed the Republican debate. There's the funny big guy, the Southern guy, the Oprah guy and the one lone warrior woman. I like them all. "Like" being the operable word. "Like" is okay but I don't tend to fill my life with "like". I'm a love-oriented person. I want to LOVE the person who's running for office. I want to love their commitment, their passion and fire and intelligence. Is that asking too much? Am I missing something here?

Handsome Stranger aka: Theodore (now six months old) is currently what you would call an indoor/outdoor cat. Meaning, he runs out-the-door whenever, and I mean whenever, I open it and then I spend the better part of the next hour trying to coerce him into running back in-the-door where it is safe and warm. I'm beginning to think he is not too bright. If you think I’m being unduly harsh keep reading. This weekend he ran out into the pouring down rain, then hunched miserably under a bush staring at me standing in the doorway of the big warm house as if I could do something to make him less wet. I COULD! It's called COME INSIDE! This staring at each other across the rainy yard went on for about ten minutes. Enough time for him to become soaked to the bone. And then he slowly started toward the door. Every raindrop that hit him made him crouch down even lower until his belly was almost flat on the ground. When he finally scooted back inside he looked up, sopping wet lids and a little incorrigible grin, as if he had gotten another one over on me. He slowly drives me mad...