I HAVE never caught a mouse. Lil’ Train, my sister, has. She has two eyes. Sometimes people ask me, would you survive in nature? And I say, yes. I would survive effortlessly. Because though I may not be able to catch a mouse, still I am the only cat that has ever caught a bus.
Yes, you say, but that was when you still had both eyes. And you didn’t do that in the wild nature. To which I say: so what’s left of nature in this country? A piece of forest, the size of a newspaper. Give me the drab, urban roads, The waterfront riveted in quays, The clouds, never so clean than when they, framed By attic windows, move along the sky.
Recognize it? The Dutch poet J.C. Groen who was simply happy in Amsterdam’s Dapperstraat.
I look outside the door, down the street, and all I see are billboards for those other two presidential candidates. Obnoxious, unnecessary and perfectly senseless. Who votes for a president because the neighbor has a colorful yard sign? Nobody, no dog, no frog. And certainly not a cat.
That’s why you haven’t spotted my VanderBus For President stickers, signs, billboards or flags anywhere. Kamala, Trump and I all say we’re for a clean environment. But VanderBus is the only one who means it and takes his pledge seriously.
* VanderBus left home at the age of six weeks and went hunting for a city bus in Maine. He caught the bus. It cost him one eye, but he won a standing ovation from everyone who watched him do it. VanderBus, since then mayor of Bicker Hollow, is running for president of the United States
