Patty was in town as the President of Mexico was visiting Seattle. I managed to wangle my way into lunch at the Space Needle. Patty, (Murray, our senior Senator from Washington for those who aren’t as politically active in Washington as I am) was quite put out that the elevator operators at the Space Needle seemed to think that because I was a cat I shouldn’t be allowed on. She looked them in the eye and asked to see a manager as she was a United States Senator and having lunch with a constituent. That shut them up.
We had lunch and while she was concerned about the pet bill, she was far more focused on the issues of immigration. I listened to her worries and overall I thought it was a good lunch. As I picked up the tab with my human’s credit card, I put out there that I was planning on putting my paw into the ring in 2008.
At this point, lunch started to go bad. Perhaps because I had just spent quite a lot of money that wasn’t mine on lunch with her, she felt she no longer needed to be nice. I don’t know. Perhaps she just doesn’t want to admit that she is a specist. At any rate, upon bringing up my bid for presidency, Patty was suddenly all, well you know, it might be a bit out there and she wasn’t sure she could support me.
I sniffed and asked who she was going to support. Hilary? As if. I can so way run rings around that woman!