While watching the final men's Olympic hockey game, the only event of the Olympics that I watched (that was an odd sentence), I got up to get something from the kitchen. As I passed by my roommate's room, something furry caught my eye - a cat in a drawer! Seems good ol' PB's Olympic skill is being cute while napping.
Apparently cats can be political, too. On a walk around Parliament Hill yesterday, I can across this little kitty complex. The sign above describes how this place was built to take care of the stray cats who were already living here. They are neutered, fed and sheltered with this cute home insulated with hay and straw. The cats seemed not to mind their squirrel neighbours skitting around them, or the onlookers (us) from the other side of the fence. There is even a little box where you can add donations to help care for the little guys. What a cute, fuzzy, and pleasant surprise in what can feel like such a cold spot full of serious, professional politicians and government workers who don't seem to know that black isn't the only colour of clothes out there.
I wonder if the cats have names like Stephen Harper, or Mulrooney or maybe even Sheila Copps.