She tells me that the red haired kitty is still battling it out with the men in business suits. The people in green socks are feeling good because more people than before said they also wanted to buy green socks. I hope I don't have to wear green socks on my paws. Dressing up is not for me. Meanwhile we can't work out what the three people in between the red haired kitty and the men in business suits are wearing. They look very pleased with themselves, but aren't giving much away. If any real cats had been allowed to stand in the election (or vote), then we would have all settled back comfortably by now at our food bowls.
Lynettea can't find out much from the newspaper, as the delivery man is throwing it into a puddle every morning now it is raining and the pages are all soggy.
Maybe next week it will all settle down.
I think I might consider a long rest on the bed until then. I don't like getting my pawsies wet (sorry, paws) and I don't like nasty wet splashes of rain on my beautiful fluffy coat.