Apocalyptic weekend

Yesterday it was snowing and the wind was blowing like it wanted to rip your head off. Something was clearly not right with the universe. Then, when I walked out of my apartment, I saw this:

Perhaps the weather meant that God was angry (the good god who wants us to take care of poor people and stuff, that is, not the one that hates gays), because Stephen Harper had arrived. So, two out of four horsemen of the apocalypse so far this weekend, and it's not over yet.

As I walked by the cadet hall where the Conservateurs were doing whatever it is Conservateurs do, I imagined that inside, everyone was singing this song, and it made me feel better:



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Invasion of cats!

Over the past couple of days, I seem to have been stumbling across stuff to do with cats all over the place.

The other day, on CBC radio, I heard about Oscar the cat. Oscar lives at a nursing home in Providence, Rhode Island, and can apparently sense when people are going to die. He regularly curls up next to patients a few hours before they pass away. For a harbinger of death, he's incredibly adorable.

I also stumbled upon this site of pictures taken by a "CatCam" hung around the neck of Mr. Lee the feline. It takes shots randomly throughout his day.

I'm not sure if this is frightening or hilarious - a little bit of both, I think. Those tiny, cute kittens look terrified - as they should be. No doubt, the next legislation Harper introduces will endeavour to help the homeless by feeding them those kittens. (Sorry, that's going a bit too far - Harper clearly doesn't care that much about poor people.)

Luckily, as far as I know, despite all of these cat-related phenomena, no cats have been struck by lightning recently. The same, however, can't be said for caribou.

Anyway, here's a picture of Minty, one of my brother's cats, who I miss terribly (although I can't say I miss her shedding).