I am rushing to make my political comments before the elections campaigning starts, because Lynettea says I will have to put my real name and postcode on the blog. My real name is no problem, Diamond, of course, but I don't know what the post code is. I suppose I could ask her. I don't want to be prosecuted either. I wonder if they have a special type of jail for political kitty offenders. I wouldn't want to go to a human jail. Although Lynettea says that the other prisoners would probably pat my furs a lot, as I am so fluffy and sweet.
She doesn't bother much about my sharp mind. Now I had better hurry up, but I can't think of many political comments. If they desalinate the water I hope it isn't too salty for me to drink and it won't rot my teeth. I am not interested in whether or where they build a sports stadium, as there is not likely to be anything for kitties. Cat athletes are very neglected and I don't think any of the Parties has budgeted for cat sports.
Climate change? Well all I know is that it is hot this summer and we don't even need to sleep under a sheet. I would like to see an iceberg though, if one floated north. It would be nice and cool under the paws on a hot day.