Can I vent for a moment?
As a catizen of Washington, DC I am getting oh-so-tired of all the oohing and ahhing over this new baby panda. And I am sorry to say, my Mom (and, excuse me, but her job is to ooh and ahh over ME!) going on and on and on about a stupid little black and white bear with . . .let\'s call a spade a spade, an unbecomingly large butt.
I mean, can he bat his baby blues? Does he even have baby blues? Does he know how to get the humans out of bed in the morning with a carefully constructed series of passive-aggressive meows? Does he have any grasp of the concept of the intricacies of human-management and the effectiveness of the iron fist in the velvet paw? And what about maximizing the impact of his personal charm to get what he wants? Okay, well, maybe the little bugger is a bit charming, but exploitng it he\'s not.
Anyway, my Mom is finally going to get her chance to see the clumsy little bear in a week or so and I\'m hoping that will be the last of it.