I remember seeing a story on the news a few years ago about somewhere here in the US (possibly here in PA) where a cat got elected mayor or to town council. Not some guy dressed up as a cat. An actual cat....
I suspect the owner registered the cat and managed to somehow get enough signatures to put the critter on the ballot as a protest vote. And people thought it was funny enough that they voted it into office.
Given some of the council people we've had over the years in the town I live in, a cat might very well be an improvement. My husband and I used to got to the council meetings when we first moved here (partly at first to find out what was going on with the parcel sub-divided off ours before we bought it -- our house was an estate sale and the hook of the L-shaped parcel got subdivided off, possibly to make the rest of the property more marketable: i.e., the heirs were asking way to much for the property to begin with). So at one point, this woman got elected to council and she started off her career by whining about how things were "different" in a place downriver (a much wealthier community, BTW). And had to be told (more than once, as I recall) that "this ISN'T Sewickley...." Another night, after people were making motions left right and sideways, she asked "How do you make a motion?" (Apparently she had never read stuff like Robert's Rules of Order -- admittedly, I haven't either, but I wasn't on town council...).
One night she actually said something that made sense (having to do with increasing parking at the library by letting people park on the street the driveway was off of). My husband and I were looking at each other, kinda going "It's a sign of the impending Apocalypse! She said something that MADE SENSE!" (Turns out it couldn't be done because of state regs about that size road, but still, it made sense....) Well, about 20 minutes late she said something complete inane (that might have been the night where she asked how to make a motion, I don't remember now). And reassured our faith in humanity. I said something once about the dimwit to a friend who lives halfway across town, about I how I couldn't understand how the woman had gotten elected, and that I was happy she didn't represent our ward.... And my friend looked a little sick and said "She's OUR ward...." (I think the idiot did not run for reelection...).
Ruth Morrisson aka inkstainedruth
"It's very nice, but frankly, when I signed that list for a P-51, what I had in mind was a fountain pen."