by AG


There's a biological process called imprinting - I think I read about it once - something to do with the way young birds recognize their mothers or something. At any rate, I think what it's about is that basically, whatever you're programmed to respond to at an early age stays with you throughout life, and I think the best example of this for me, and for that matter, most other cats my age, is my undying love of the greatest - and hottest - monarch in the history of, well, monarchy.

Ladies and gentlemen, or more likely, just gentlemen, I give you Princess Leia Organa, ruler - and most likely, sole survivor - of Alderaan. All I can say is, if their rulers are any indication, Alderaanians is hot. Of course, there were some ugly folk on Naboo, so it's possible that the rule doesn't apply.

Funny story about the beloved princess - a couple years ago, somebody tried to convince me that a.) she wasn't actually a princess, and b.) was in fact a fictional character played by the scion of 50's Hollywood royalty, who later fell into a copious drug and alcohol problem, as portrayed in the film POSTCARDS FROM THE EDGE. But I know the truth - that's a load of bunk! She IS a princess! And someday, she will be mine!! Even though, considering her tale of heroism was set a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, the commute would be a bitch, and she'd probably be dead. So, there's always that.

At any rate, Princess Leia, wherever you my be, my pants are off to you. HAT! My HAT's off to you.

Oh man. Now she'll NEVER go out with me ...