I, like probably 99% of Americans, am so tired of all the political talk, ads, campaign hoopla, etc., that today instead of blogging about elections or cutesy picture books about voting, I've decided to NOT TALK ABOUT POLITICS! Instead, I will be sharing about how having a kitten is like having a baby...or a spastic toddler (which I loving call Hemingway) No one tells you about the responsibility or what they'll need or that: They cry when they're hungry They want what you're eating, not the dry, fish-smelling kibbly stuff in their bowls Their medical bills cost more than yours You make sure that they get their flea medicine once a month when you can't even remember to take your own damn vitamins every day Their, "Who cares if it's 3a.m., I'm wide awake," attitude Their new "thing," involves them walking across your throat, YOUR THROAT! at 3a.m., and then trying to lay there inconspicuously, as though they're a scarf and you wo...