Donald Trump Vs. Smudge the Cat.

The end of “Salad Days” and “Vaginas for Trump” panties.

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If cats could vote, they’d be all over Trump. He’s their kind of politician.

Smudge is quite a learned character in the art of territorial prerogative (as is Trump when it comes to walls).

“I think the original photo is popular because he looks so dissatisfied with the plate of salad,” Miranda said, “then the pairing looks like an argument.”

Trump, as you know, cares a lot about security (again, walls). Not that Americans are worried about Canadians crossing the border and attacking them with aluminium posts.

Viewership might not be as good as him sneering at salad, but eventually, when most of the eastern seaboard is underwater, Smudge might be a guiding light, a foreseer of catastrophes. The t-shirts could even say, “This is a cat-tastrophy.”

The point is, both Smudge and Trump know it’s not the salad — it’s the miffiness. People like miffiness. The more miffed we are, the more Republicans like us.

If I were Smudge’s owners, I’d start working on “Cat-tastrophy.” There’ll be plenty before Trump leaves office.

I did a poor imitation of Don Draper for 40 years before writing my first novel. I'm currently in the final stages of a children's book. Lucky me.

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