So I went to the store and the cat food shelves were almost empty. Whoever delivers Friskies hasn't been allowed to do their job by the economic wrecking crew now in control of the Fed and other vital infrastructure.

I looked around and saw some really upscale cat foods. Those little cans of gourmet cat food. Those envelopes full of crunchy treats, which may actually contain catnip. (They drive the little cat crazy; she forgets all her precautionary manners.)

I had to buy her something, so I sacrificed a bit for myself to buy her the best. Who wouldn't? So now I have a little cat living in luxury, eating nothing but luxury foods, while other cats are going hungry. That, my friends, is the meaning of The Great Reset. And my cat still likes bugs, so when they Build Back Better she won't be too disappointed. She had her moment on the grand sofa of life.

After she ate her gourmet breakfast this morning, my little cat licked her paws for a while and then gently purred, "Tax the Rich!" I think everything's going to be all right.