Last night was a night filled with excitement, anticipation, and anxiety. We watched the election returns like mad crazy people...my sister is staying with us this week, so she added to the madness with her anxious sighing and fist banging on the sofa each time Romney won a state.
Just as the results started coming in, Kwinn and Kat began chasing each other...all through the house. They haven't done this in a while, as Kwinn despises Kat, so he usually ignores her begging requests to play, and busies himself with his own tail. Odd. Something is up with these two felines and their sudden furtive movements. Within a few minutes though, they quieted down and each took an opposite side of the room to chill and watch the returns.
At one point, I believe it was when Romney won Indiana, and my sister seemed ready to spiral out of control, I noticed Kwinn, sitting next to her on the sofa. He was staring at her, but he seemed unusually calm. Calmness in this neurotic Siamese is a sign. That little mongrel voted for Romney! I'm very nearly certain that Kwinn, despite his obvious lack of opposable thumbs, somehow wandered down the street and circled the ballet next to Romney's name.
Kat? Her only thoughts are of food, even during the election returns. Who will feed me? Are you going to feed me now? How about now? Now? When am I going to see food in my bowl? After she eats, we usually don't see her. She only pops in every few hours to see if, by chance, she might coax us into feeding her, again. She is the 47%, and she voted.
--Fortuitous Observer
