"If it's Sunday..." and it was — yesterday... "it's Meet the Press". Should I go on? But what if it's a 60 minutes-type muckraking exposé, a "hit piece"? What if I forget my talking points? What if the camera shows my bald spot? These journalists can be ruthless... hard-hitting... always looking for sound-bites, gaffes, gotcha moments.
Well, she seems nice enough... gentle soft voice... *sniff, sniff* — I don't smell hostility.
That's right — it's Wally with a "y"... W-A-L-L-Y... 9 years-old... male... golden retriever... graduate, with honors, of Mrs. Treats' Dog Obedience and Critical Thinking Academy, class of '06 —
that's pretty much my entire C.V. right there in a nutshell.
Are we done?
What? My position? (Uh oh, here it comes) On what? — my position on CATS ??? Uh... well, cats are... uh, cats are... wait, hold on a sec... (must check with advisor).
My position is that cats are people too and that cats are equally deserving of living their lives with dignity, care, and happiness.
There. I think I handled that well. All things considered.