The Long and Short of It

Two nights ago Clarence the stupid cat got into his catnip and spilled it all out on the rug. It was in a cabinet, and management was sorting through the other stuff in it and forgot to close the door. It’s bad enough that I have to live with welfare ragamuffins. Then they get drunk and disorderly. The only good thing is that management won’t vacuum the rug, because the catnip was $5.00, and she is too cheap to buy more. I hate the vacuum cleaner, but the alley dwellers hate it more.

Then yesterday a certain someone popped for $1.17 worth of dog biscuits from the bulk section. They were on sale for 79 cents a pound. Tax is 6% on “non-food” items. The government says my dog biscuits are not food. This is clearly discrimination, and I will consider suing them. If cheese puffs, which are excellent but mostly air, are “food”, then dog biscuits for when I don’t feel like eating healthy weight formula Nutro and there isn’t any cold pizza or anything good in the refrigerator, are definitely food. The government better think again.