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A letter to the governor, part two

Dear Governor Matt Mead,

White stuff is falling from the sky again. The words “snow day” are not being used with as much hope this time. The Girl keeps talking about some lady named La Nina. She says she is a big fat liar and her storms are all talk no action.

I still want her to stay home tomorrow, okay? The Girl is awesome when she is at home. She feeds me and kisses me on the head and rubs my belly. If she had a day off in the middle of the week she might build me a fort. I love forts.

We also snuggle on the couch. Don’t tell anyone, but I like this almost as much as I like playing in the cave made by blanket hanging off the side of the couch.

My brother says that if you didn’t listen to him, the chief executive kitten, you definitely won’t listen to me. He says the State is all about byoorockrasee. Whatever. He might be in charge of this house but The Girl says I am the cutest brown kitten in the world. That makes Oli and I equal.

Anyways. Tomorrow? Snow day? Yes?

Thanks!
Obi Wan Kittenobi
Kitten Specialist