Another day at the house, all alone, just me and the furball. I ended the hunger strike last night, I just couldn’t take it any longer! I was starting to hallucinate, the furball was looking like a deep fried nitwit on a stick. This must be how Oprah felt when she fell off of her diet. To pass time, I’ve been watching a lot of news. Humans sure are messed up! It appears there’s a guy named Barack who keeps showing up in other humans back yards. After he shows up, he spends a lot of time answering questions from other humans. When he’s finished speaking, other humans tell less intelligent humans what he said. I’m guessing the humans who need to be told what Barack said, are the same ones who showed up at mom and Grammy’s garage sale.