A little background: my brother worked at a mortgage company over winter break, and shared office space with two very furry cats belonging to the company’s former owners. Those cats were named – ha ha – Fannie and Freddie.
So it was that when I came across this headline on The Huffington Post, my mind did not immediately turn to the housing giants:
Instead, I thought: pretty ballsy role-reversal for a pair of kittens.
As I typed that last line, my cat – who has been following me around like a puppy – jumped off my bed for the first time all day [note: I originally wrote this at 6PM last night], in what I imagine to be an act of protest.