This is Stephen Harper, the Prime Minister of Canada, with his cat Cheddar.
Yes. The Prime Minister of Canada is a cat person. And if that were not reason enough to have some happy thoughts about Canada, here’s another one:
In Saskatchewan, Canada, this kind of hooded sweatshirt is called a bunny hug.
Bunny hug is my new favorite word.
I am loading up on things that make me happy today because I had the most annoying dinner last night. We were at a Nepalese/Thai restaurant with relatives and after getting through the ordeal of ordering appetisers (not to name names, but some people from Top Cat’s side of the family like to change their minds four or five times, or order off the menu, or try to make multiple creative substitutions) his 50-year old cousin whips out her phone and starts texting! Then she makes a phone call to her teenage daughter and asks us if we want to say “Hi” to the brat. She hangs up, and starts texting again — that’s when Top Cat turned to her and asked what the hell was so important that she has to be fiddling with her phone in the middle of dinner.
The cousin got snotty, as if Top Cat had some out of the ordinary, finnicky notions of propriety, and said Well excuuuuuuuse me, she had to stay in touch with her kid because when the kid left the house an hour ago, she said she was going to kill herself, so there.
I didn’t like the tone she took with my Top Cat (and I don’t much like her anyway) and I’ve had it with her drearily predictable need to heighten the drama in any given situation, so I had to call her bluff and I said to her, “If your kid said she was going to kill herself then what the f*@k are you doing here??”
So of course that’s when the cousin huffs and puffs and says she’s leaving and storms off in a hissy fit, saying that she just can’t be around such people (as me and Top Cat). And she exits the restaurant.
When nobody went chasing after her, the cousin came back in and sat down across the table from me and points her finger at me — me — and says that she has a thing or two she’d like to communicate, starting with how her loser husband (the one who can never hold down a job) has been right about me — me! –all along…
… but the other people at the table jumped in and calmed her down and the appetisers came and of course the cousin, the one with the “suicidal” daughter, stayed the whole rest of the dinner. But here’s my small victory: she didn’t pick up her goddam phone once.
O, lordy. The world is so full of pain-in-the-ass people. Why can’t everybody be more like Canadians?
That nice Mr. Harper (see above), the leader of the Conservatives, is up for re-election (for your information, it is Canada’s 41st Federal Elections). He’s running against Michael Ignatieff, the leader of the Liberal party.
This is Michael Ignatieff:
And yes, that’s his cat. Mimi is her name. When both candidates for the highest office in the land are cat people, I call that a win/win situation.