Them's fighting blogs

I wanted to do a piece on cats this weekend, in fact, I was discussing that very scenario only Friday on the phone with one of my cohorts. Next day, poof! Something similar and cat related shows up on the Mitchieville blog. Today I was going to talk about Valentine’s day. Lo and behold Mitchieville again has posted a similar subject. Now I ask you what are the odds?

Don’t get me wrong I’m not terribly upset. In all fairness, a few weeks back I beat him to the punch on the retard policy that he was salivating over, by posting it like premature ejaculate before the Mayor even awoke the following morning. He owed me one, but two? The Valentine issue has me pissed off. Personally I’d rather rub Tiger Balm on my scrotum than discus V-day. I have a great girl and we don’t need some trumped up day invented by greeting card companies to do something special for one another, but I’m running a little short of material these days and need all the fodder I can muster.

Since this is not Rip off Wednesday and it is also a travel day for the teams involved in the Blog Arena of Death, I have no choice but to try and come up with something original (oh the pain). I do however, have some questions about this freakish similarities where I defecate the ideas but Mitchieville is the first to wipe. I realize the Honorable Mayor has an important campaign coming up and he might be feeling the stress, but has he tapped my phone or bugged my house? Is he concerned about me, the man he has designated as his campaign manager? The guy who screens the interns, who checks the under carriage of the limo for explosives, who tastes the wine before he gulps away, who picks up all his porn under the name of Mr. Hunklefunk?

To be on the safe side I’m not taking any chances and I flushed the last of the crack. Did I say crack? I meant flushed my radiator. Anyway I’ve decided to put my little cat rant off til after the election, probably when the weather turns south yet again and I have to write blogs from the comfort of a cocoon of covers.

Tomorrow I was going to discuss how blind people don't bungee jump anymore because it scares the dog too much, but just check the Mitchieville blog I’m sure it will be there. Trust me.