Trump Is Dumber Than My Cat

Update (Nov 17, 2024): Trump Lies like my cat; Amerikans are so stupid they believed him and elected him.

Trump Lies like my Cat, except my cat was cute, and clever. Trump is ugly, and stupid. 

And I love that cat. She passed away eight years ago, and she's still with me.

 

My cat, Cuenca, lied. She caught bugs and tried for birds (none came near), ignored me, and took credit for stopping all sorts of evil things from happening. She picked fights with other cats and preened when the other cats backed down. Then she would discover that she loves me. She cuddles up to me, purrs, and gives me lots of love. Okay, I know, off to the kitchen for a bit of dry food that she really likes and more importantly, was special for her for a medical condition. Not even a thank you, and certainly no more love.  

 

But the best example of her (brilliant, she thought) manipulation was when I was away. She’d cuddle up to Françoise —“I’ve ALWAYS loved YOU,” she seemed to say. Until the moment the door opened, and it was me and them, pow, she was by me, reminding me that “I’ve ALWAYS loved YOU.” 

 

She was see-through in the cutest possible way. 

 

Trump lies like a cat. Normal people understand that if you said something last week, you (probably) still mean it this week. In April 2023, Trump said, “I was able to kill Roe v Wade”. In April 2024, he said he was "proudly the person responsible for the ending of something that all legal scholars, both sides, wanted and, in fact, demanded to be ended: Roe v. Wade. They wanted it ended." And he said a variation on that right up until Friday 23rd of August 2024.  

 

Last Friday, Trump posted on his “Truth Social” that “My Administration will be great for women and their reproductive rights.” 

 

So cute.  

 

Sort of like when I'm away, and Cuenca realises that Françoise is her only option to be fed. “I’ve ALWAYS loved YOU.”  This after years of “Grab them by the kitty-cat". Cheating on every woman he married, including with the woman he would marry next. Paid off a porn star. Convicted of “rape”.  In 2019, PBS provided a list of 16 separate claims of sexual assault by Trump. And that was five years ago. More have come forward since. In May of 2023, Business Insider listed 26 complaints.

 

And this after overturning Roe v Wade. Yes, he claimed to do it. "For 54 years they were trying to get Roe v. Wade terminated, and I did it. And I'm proud to have done it." The link contains a number of bits of video of him saying. 

 

Now, suddenly, when the evangelicals are looking the other way, and he’s afraid he’s lost almost the entire women’s vote, suddenly, “I’ve ALWAYS loved YOU.” 

 

Just how stupid does he think American women are? 

 

I cannot imagine that any of the non-evangelical women believe a word he says. And now the evangelical fruit-loops will have to decide if they are stupid enough to believe that he is lying on their behalf (which presumably will be just fine with them, or has been until now), or he really will sell them out, just like he did every other woman in his life.  

 

My guess is that he actually thinks people only believe the last thing he said. Just like my cat. Only, my cat was cuter, and smarter. 

Proof that she was (much) cuter:

 

Catymodo and a good start to 2024

New Year’s Eve and we were off to feed the cats at the Chalkeon Church. We've been feeding a colony of constantly changing size for the past three years. That night, one was missing; Mandarin. But this is nothing new as he is not a 100% attendee cat. But the other cats were disturbed, and there was a crying cat in the churchyard. When we did see him, he was on the top of the church, having climbed the scaffolding that had been put up around the structure for repairs and renovation. 

 

It was fascinating to watch the other cats, all of whom were keenly interested in his plight, and were watching him and us. They left their feeding area and went to stare up at him and in some cases, call out to him as well. It was heartwarming to see them caring about their cousin and colony-mate. 

 

No way was that cat coming down. Francoise and I went to the Zeus is Loose Hotel that overlooks the church, and the woman at the front desk called to fire department for us. Is the cat trapped (as in, has something fallen on it, or can it not move and is in pain)? No, the cat was stuck on the roof but can walk around. “Leave the cat, if they can get up, they can get down” was the message, with no interest in actually doing anything. They also said that we should not call the cat, as to do so would make the cat want to come and would stress the cat more than it already was. Not the most encouraging message, but we did leave it at that. 

 

So we left the cat there and worried about the cat through the midnight fireworks.  

 

The next day, New Year’s, the cat was still up there, and there was nothing we could do. He wasn’t in distress, other than being stuck on a roof. We had to leave him there again. 

 

We did watch for him and could see that he seemed healthy and not out of energy. 

 

By the third day, we were getting quite worried. The Fire Department had a truck parked at the Christmas fair in Aristotelou Park in front of us, so Francoise suggested I wander over and ask them for help. Same story, the cat will find its way down. But it has been there for two nights and has not found its way down. Basically, “Not our problem” and they were going to do nothing.  

 

I informed them that I would have to go up and get the cat myself. They told me that if I was going to do that, I should call the Fire Department so they could send someone to give me first aid should I fall from the building (or stop me from doing that). 

 

The hotel rang the Fire Department again, and the same story. I came close to losing my temper. 

 

Nicoletta (another local cat-lover) sent us the Facebook link for Animal Rescue and Protection Thessaloniki. I rang that person, who said that yes, he could come at 5:00 – 5:30 in the evening, with a trap, to capture the cat. Okay, so we had a plan.  

 

But in the evening when we went to feed the cats, the Animal Rescue guy did not show up, did not answer his phone, basically silence. Options were running out. We couldn’t see the cat, and whistling did not get him to show his face. We wandered around the church looking for him, but could not find him.

I then went back to the hotel, and with binoculars, went to the 7th-floor bar that overlooks the park and church. I was not able to find him. The manager of the bar/hotel came up to me and asked what I was doing. Many apologies and explanations, and a fortuitously timed call from Francoise telling me that they found the cat – still on the roof - all was accepted. The manager was happy with my explanation and told me that they feed two cats at the hotel also – something everyone at the hotel wants to tell us... 

While I was looking from the hotel, Francoise and Nicoletta were searching for the cat with the flashlight. He saw the light playing on the walls and stuck his head out, looking at Francoise. That was when she called me to say they had found him

 

 

And there he was, the “Hunchback of Chalkeon” - AKA Catymodo.  

 

The churchyard was locked up. So eventually I climbed over the locked churchyard gate and took food and the cat carrier and went to the scaffolding. It became clear to me that without a real trap, there was no way that the cat was going to come near the carrier, and even if he did, there would be no way to seal the carrier with him in it; he would bolt too quickly. The carrier was left on the first level of the scaffolding.

 

I’m not a fan of heights, so it was pretty amazing that I was able to climb up there with no problem, The mesh around the scaffolding provided a sense of limited space, and the buttressing of the scaffolding provided a sense that it was “built to last”, so to speak. Nonetheless, the best strategy seemed to be to focus no further than the scaffolding itself, and not allow my eyes to enjoy what otherwise should have been a fine view.

 

So instead, I left a plate of wet food for the cat, and climbed down the scaffolding.  

 

The following morning I collected a trap from Nicoletta and we headed to the church

 

I walked over and down the stairs into the churchyard, around the building to the side where three people were standing looking like archaeologists or engineers, and said “Kali mera. I’m here to rescue the cat”. Simply matter of fact, that's why I'm here, and I'm going up there. They looked at me and were sort of, okay. Not a question. But I did explain that the cat was on the roof and had been there for three days. Nods all around, and up I went. 

 

Trap set.

There was nothing to do then except wait. He was sleeping on the other side of the church roof, so we let sleeping cats lie. A little later, through binoculars, he was clear to be seen walking around the top copula, so he was alright.  

 

A sudden flurry of messages came in saying that the cat was in the cage, and off Francoise and I were to get him down from the roof. Into the churchyard, and up the scaffolding. Sure enough, he was there in the trap, scared as can be. I’m not too much better knowing that I have to get the cage down again, with a hefty cat in it. He was thrashing around making carrying and maneuvering the trap a little more difficult than it needed to be. Interestingly, a gentle word and there was not a sound out of him the entire trip down from the roof.

Down we came, and then around to the back of the church, to a spot where Francoise could video the experience from the fence, and boom, he was out of the trap and running.  

 

Gone. But not for long. Sure enough, he was back with the colony that evening, hungry and bossy, with the only trauma being a couple of missed meals.  

 

All in all, I’d say a pretty good start to the year (for us and the cat at least).