So, we somehow ended up naming the kitty Pot Roast. No, wait, that’s not it… Pork Chop? Oh, that’s right — it’s Pot Luck. I think it’s kind of cute, actually. We can call him Lucky for short.
He is still soldiering along. He’s gotten a lot better at drinking from the bottle, and bigger (we think). He lives in the bathtub now on his heating pad.
OK, back to the obsessive reading of political blogs (Palin’s actual speech is in half an hour). Pot Luck should be the nominee — he’s authentic, he’s an ordinary kitty, other kitties can really relate to what he’s gone through. He has executive experience managing a medium-sized bathtub.