Much has been made of my bad attitude when it comes to dealing with Rumsfeld. Put it this way, try living with a combination of Tigger, Odie, Nermil, and Don Juan. He drives me crazy. I know you think it is all one sided on my part, but it isn't. He yaps. He jumps, then he lunges at me like he's going to beat me up. I can only take so much. Then I must put up with THIS! All the time, constantly. I thought I raised her better!
I suppose this is one of the reasons I am only considering the possibility of considering a run. If I made this much of a mess raising Mommy Cat, what would I do with the country? Am I a fit candidate?
Doc Holiday
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