Things have been slow in the land of Will. My extremely disobidient citizens (the cats) continue to disrespect me. One only looks to me for food and water, and the others refuse to acknowledge that I am their rightful ruler. One particularly dissident citizen won’t come to me when I call her, and has even taken up residence in various hiding places around the nation. She thinks that the iron fist of my rulership doesn’t extend under the bed – she will soon learn the error of her ways.
The beatings will continue until morale improves.
My friend SG sent me a humorous statement that will probably become the anthem of WillieWorld (copyright pending):
Some people are like Slinkies.
They’re really good for nothing.
But they still bring a smile to your face when you think of pushing them down a flight of stairs.
