Marcy: Cindy, Cindy, Cindy! A cat in Mexico ran for mayor! I’m going to do that too!
Cynthia: You are going to run for mayor in Mexico?
Marcy: No, blockhead. I’m running for Queen!
Cynthia: Queen? Queen of what? The Litter Box?
Marcy: Queen of the World. No. Queen of the Universe. No. Queen of Everything Everywhere All The Time.
Cynthia: Hmmm… Did this cat win?
Marcy: No, they wouldn’t let him on the ballot. His name is Morris and he was running in a city called Xalapa. His slogan was “Tired of voting for rats? Vote for a cat.” He has a website, a Facebook page with over 150,000 likes, and a Twitter account. And some really great campaign posters. Look.
Marcy: He is my inspiration. Except I won’t be a loser and lose. I will be a winner and win and be Queen of Everything Everywhere All The Time.
Cynthia: I don’t know, Marcy. This looks like an awful lot of work. Why don’t you just be …
Cynthia looks around at stained carpeting, a scratched up couch, and decimated cat toys.
Cynthia: Queen of the Living Room? I mean, you kind of already are.
Marcy: (jumping around) No. I will be Queen of the Universe! Conqueror of Everyone! Despot of the Dumb-Asses! Ultimate Ruler! The Leader of … (gasp)… What is that? I’m going to kill it!
Marcy spends the rest of the afternoon, like most politicians, running around in circles chasing tail.