The City’s Fuzziest
The snow in Brooklyn was awesome. I love a good snow, a thunderstorm, a blackout–I’d go so far as to say I take an inexplicable thrill when the temperature drops below 0 degrees F or above 100 degree F. The snow has an added benefit of putting a physical barrier between where the children play and the rat poison.
I’ve long advocated an ecological rat control system where we deputize a contingent of cats to control the rats. Like the Firemen, the City’s Bravest, and the Police, the City’s Finest, and the Corrections Officers, the City’s Boldest (AKA dude’s who scored worryingly low on the Cop test), this Cat Force, the City’s Furriest, could control the rat underworld. Then the cats could be controlled by a force of Foxes, the City’s Fuzzy Tailiest. Renegade Foxes could be kept in check by hounds and British aristocrats, the City’s Fuddy-Duddiest. But who controls the Brits? Dudes from Boston maybe? Dudes from Boston could just sit happily on the top of the heap with big ruddy smiles.
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