So I'm just walking down the street minding my own business like a norm. No, not Norm, a norm. And then I start noticing these odd posters on telephone poles, all of them only a few inches from the ground.

One such pole had a few cats gathered at the poster, so I shooed them away, bent down, and took a look for myself. And got a jolt. Then I became annoyed. Buster, my cat, is running for President.

Call me a censor, but I ran around town quickly removing every Buster poster I could find. Some of them had a straight-on big face shot of him. Others had the "noble statesman" profile pose, making him look like the Lion King. The lettering was very primitive, like that of a first grader, with letters turned in reverse, etc. proclaiming: "Buster 4 President!"

Now Buster and his sister adopted this house on Election Day 2000 when they were lost tiny hungry kittens, so politics must be in his blood. But, we can't have him running for President. That is just nuts.

For one thing, I'm getting weary of those phone calls from Huckabee and Richardson, continually asking for Buster. It is their Eddie Haskell tone that gets to me. So, this Buster campaign is now over before it really gets started. Now if you'll excuse me I have to change his litter box.