What is up with the cats? More specifically, what is up with cats and the Internet? First there was the I Can Has Cheeseburger, then Ceiling Cat. There are more photos of lolcats with and without witty captions than anything except pron on the Internet. Lolcats has 7,040,000 hits on google search. There are more Youtubes by far of cats than there are pictures of food on Facebook. It's that many. But your Bloguero asks, Where are the dogs? Where are they? Why so few?
Your Bloguero can hear you. He knows. Yes, this is too short to be an essay. Yes, it's not important. Yes, it's been previously blogged. Yes, it's a waste of space. Yes, it's about animals rather than the jackbooted, republican barbarians and their megaphone carriers. Listen. Your Bloguero knows about these objections. And your Bloguero has anticipated a few of your reactions to his question, which he will now parry. He realizes this is a Democratic blog. Fine. He points this out: President Obama has a dog. There is no report of what those here would insist on calling a "Pootie" in the White House. There's a video of Bo inspecting the Christmas gifts. Bo is a dog. There are no cats in the video. At least none your Bloguero can see. There may be a reason for this. Despite support of the President by cats, the president's companion animal is a dog.
And the reason for this, whatever it might be (and don't dare mention the word "dander" in the comments), is something that needs to be taken into consideration.
Look. Your Bloguero realizes that (again) today is Caturday across the Internet and here at dailyKos. And that there are a zillion comments and recommends for pooties. And more pictures. And more captions. Right. That's all fine. Nobody is trying to pry cat out of your blue, dead fingers.
But to your Bloguero's grief, there are no Dog Days at dailyKos. Why is that? There are dog days of summer, there are dog day afternoon movies, but, sadly, no dog days at daily Kos. Why is that? Are not dogs loveable, cute, intelligent, loyal, and man/woman's best friend. Nobody, your Bloguero points out, ever credibly claimed a cat was man/woman's best friend. Or all that loyal.
You will pardon your Bloguero's disappointment at this state of affairs. This, dare your Bloguero say the word, discrimination against dogs offends him. And because your Bloguero knows that you will tolerate carping only when solutions are proposed, he asks, "What is it going to take to give dog some well deserved blog attention? Can every dog please have its day, even at daily Kos? Can a million ideas contend and can dog diaries flourish?"
When we all go involuntarily cliff diving off the great, metaphorical Fiscal Cliff after being pushed over the edge by bloviating, obese, slack jawed Republican plutocrats, dog will be the one to give us solace. Your bloguero believes the cats, the cats you insist on fauning over here, will just walk away and find a more comfortable home with somebody else who is still clinging to a home, albeit one under water. And those cats will claim the disaster was our fault, one of our making, and they will walk away from us.