You won’t believe this.
There I am, trying to do some good for Society and Teh Youts of Tomorrow and the next fing I know….oops, I step right onto a Political Third Rail.
Just one little get-away to Mew York City and all the sudden, I’m involved in a Political and Transportation Imbroglio. It happens more often then you would think, ‘cept this time was EXACTLY like that nursery rhyme. You know, teh one about teh Lost Kittens…
Teh Two Little Kittens, they lost their tokens and they began to cry
Sparky Dear, we greatly fear, our Subway Tokens we has lost!
“What? Lost yer Tokens, you Crazy Kittens, looks like you’ll have to jump the turnstile.
Meow Meow Meow Meow
Yes, you’ll have to jump teh turnstile.”
And THAT was the last I heard from little August and Arfur, my two charges from teh Big Brofur, Big Sisfur Program. These little inner-city urchins look up to me soooooo muuuch and of course I had to make times in my bizzy schedule to take them out on teh town. We all had a lovely day in Brooklyns, eating hot dogs from teh dumpster behind Nathans in Coney Island, shedding on Hipsters in Williamsburg, etc, etc…when, just as we are getting into the Uptown D Train, I got distracted by a guy in an Elmo costume. I was JUST as I was about to put teh bitey on him, I realized that August and Arfur was gone.
And I suppose this is the kind of fing that would get me fired as a Big Sisfur, but akshully, it ended up being a big plus for my little furriends. Not only has they got the attenshuns of Evabuddy in Mew York, but also the Mayor, teh Mayor Wanna-bes, the Medias and Mr. Colbert himself.
So remembers, Kittehs! We must do all we can to help these little guys NOT end up as a political football or tossed into teh East River. also, we MUST do somefing about rats big enuff to vote. That has GOT to stop. It’s up to us, Kittehs. Who’s wif me?