President Obama's approval rating crashed through the 40% floor, and I think I know why. The call came through on Friday. I glanced at the caller ID, did not see a familiar name or number, and let the phone ring. Unfortunately, G was walking by the phone and pressed the Speaker button. With his paw. G is my cat, Goofy. Boy, did that pollster get an earful! That poor woman took the brunt of the nearly nearly two years of feline resentment roiling and festering in his big belly. I had no idea he despised Obama so much! How could I not put him on as a Guest Blogger? Below is the open letter to the President he wrote in order to express his displeasure at being lumped in with Wall Street bankers.
From Kitty Goofy
Mr. President
Y must u hate on us "fat cats"? Some ov us havv a glanjewler problim and cant help it u know! Mr Obama, U R NOT 4 kitties. U R a basterd. Im going to come and claw yr eyes out.
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