|"Let me in! It's cold out here!"|
I'd like to know who General Beauregard Lee thinks he is.
That overgrown rodent works one day a year. The rest of the time, he apparently lounges around his white-columned mansion at the Yellow River Game Ranch in Lilburn, Georgia, watching PBS nature shows via his own personal satellite dish.
Why should he get his own holiday? I am a much more productive member of society.
Personally, I think he's been spending his time watching something besides nature shows. He claims that since he didn't see his shadow, it's going to be an early spring.
That's the same thing the rodent said last year.
Like any good TV weatherman, Beauregard Lee gets paid well to be wrong.
I don't care that the critter has been declared an honorary Doctor of Weather Prognostication by the University of Georgia, or that Georgia State University made him an honorary Doctor of Southern Groundology.
Honorary doctorates are what they give to people (and groundhogs) too lazy to go actually learn stuff.
I pondered for awhile on why they call this obese rodent a groundhog, anyway, since he bears no resemblance to bacon other than being a ham. I have come to the conclusion that it's because this fat squirrel, who is afraid of his own shadow, hogged all the acorns on the ground.
I suppose anybody that fat ought to be afraid of their own shadow.
It's cold outside. I think I'll snuggle up on my human and watch "Groundhog Day". Need a copy of the DVD? (This is a referral link.)
Sincerely, Guiness the Cat
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