Democat or Republicat?
In Ohio, tuxedo cat Dipped Jewitt received a voter registration application from the USAction Education Fund, with a pre-paid return envelope addressed to the Ohio Secretary of State’s office in Columbus.
Although only 6 years old — 12 years shy of legal voting age — Dipped is well into adulthood in cat years, so she probably is of legal age to vote — for a cat.
Dipped’s guardian, Jeff Jewitt, says it makes a weird kind of sense. Dipped is a good mouser, so he reasons, “… she would likely be good at smelling out a rat in political wannabes.”
How did Dipped’s name end up in some voter registration database? Jewitt guesses he filled in a form at some point on an Internet site using Dipped’s contact information.
That sounds familiar. Our own cat, Rocky (also a tuxie), gets quite a bit of mail himself
(although, as yet, no voter reg forms — that I know of). Our favorite was his official membership card and medal (which went on his collar) for the “North American Hunting Club.” Lately, he’s been deluged with material on online football betting and gaming. Porsche of Fremont keeps trying to sell him a Cayman; Harley wants to sell him a hog. Online betting must pay well. Maybe the cats like getting junk mail?
Commenting on Dipped’s voter reg packet in the understatement of the month, USAction’s communications director David Elliot admitted, “Unfortunately, vendor lists aren’t perfect.”
Does your cat get mail? Do tell! Leave a comment and I’ll publish the best ones.
I don’t get junk mail although I do get a lot of mail on my birthday. My Mom says I get more birthday (and Christmas) cards than she does. Maybe because I belive in Santa?
Speaking of beliefs, Mom gets mail “invitations” to buy a plot in some Jewish cemetery in New Jersey. Not a pet cemetery either. How did she get on that list? She is not Jewish, nor is she plotting anything, least of all dying soon.
We sometimes get mail from kitties in the blogosphere, but no other mail.
I keep trying to get cats to register to vote and they tell me it’s illegal! I must go visit this cat. Perhaps they will vote for me…
I never get any mail addressed to me. But somehow I manage to send my mommy a Mother’s Day card through the mail every year. Very misterioso.
da only mail i get iz frum petmedz … oh, an frum best frendz …
and den dere iz da mail i get frum mi frendz.
Ok, so I’m a woofer, not a cat. But I used to get mail from an antique store, telling me when their sales were. It was addressed to “T. Thompson”, and I was the only T name in the household.
I get mail quite a bit. My full name is Patches Nicholas, and my daddy and grandma get mail address to P. Nicholas. So far I’ve been preapproved for a credit card, a car loan, I’ve gotten flyers for who to vote for, a $50 gift card if I opened a bank account with a certain bank. And a notice that my factory warranty on my car is about to expire. I dont have a car and HATE daddies car. He uses it to take me and my brother Tigger to the Vets or the groomers to get our nails cut. So I don’t trust anything to do with a car. I love getting mail. Daddy always gives it to me to rip up for him and I do a good job at it. Tigger never gets mail so I always have to remind him how special I am since I get it at least once a week. Now if only I could get my paws on that credit card and head to the nearest Petsmart all would be right in my world!!!