When I was just a bright-eyed, young little kitten, I used to think that someday I’d like to change the world. I wanted to make a difference so large that statues would be built in my likeness and honor.
Then the other day, I saw a flock of pigeons just hanging out on the statue of Admiral Farragut in the center of Farragut Square. There’s something about a bird standing on top of your head that looks really… undignified.
