The National Pep Rally

Mom's going to leave the TV on for us today while she goes to work. She knows that we love to watch the National Pep Rally.

Every 4 years people get a little looney. They wear gawdy clothes, carry signs and chant silly things. The newscasters get caught up in the fervor and they talk numbers and predictions and theories . . . everyone gets all het up . .. .

Being a cat.

I find this highly amusing.

To allow your emotions to crack your facade of "cool" is so uncatlike. Humans just LOSE it when they get all fired up.

The ONLY thing that should blow your cool is . . . well the sound of that can of sardines being opened. (Tuna's good too. Don't get me wrong.) Sardines have crunchy heads. (delicious shiver of anticipation just thinking about it.) I love crunching into those delectable fish heads.

Oh my, how I do love it so.

But back to this voting thing.

They don't give you food. Even Ben & Jerry's have been told they can't give free ice cream just to people who've voted.

So what's the point?

A moment of empowerment on a piece of paper that goes into a machine (or a level pushed) at the same moment millions of other people are doing the exact same thing?

Mom just told me that, "YES! That's EXACTLY the point!!"

Apparently she doesn't need sardines to get excited.