Madame President; May 14 2025

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The above is a statement from Madame President.

Madame President is my new kitten!

She’s playful, extremely sweet, and took an immediate interest in my work. Or, my laptop. My kid is ecstatic; I didn’t tell her we were getting a kitten, yet she somehow guessed what was up the instant she got home from school.

I haven’t actually had a cat of my own in about ten years. I’ve lived with cats – my partner’s cats, my roommates’ cats – but none of them were mine. I was devastated with every break up and move, losing access to loving these kitties.

Madame President is safely mine. It’s a relief.

Incidentally, the name came from a joke of me wanting to say ‘Get down, Mr. President!’ every time the cat was up somewhere they shouldn’t be. Madame President has done right by The Bit by trying to climb on my CPAP machine.

And, as I was typing all this, she was trying to pounce on my keyboard, but within the past thirty seconds has fallen asleep.

Kittens are so fun. I adore her.