Prelates and felines

I got the link to this absolutely insane article in the NY Times today from Nick, who can always be counted on to find the arcane and/or slightly unbelievable corners of the web, especially when they involve Republicans, the Yankees, or Catholicism.

Benedict is, without a doubt, the first pope to have had an authorized biography of him written by a cat “” Chico, a ginger tabby who lives across the road from Benedict’s old house in Germany.

“When I’d see that the shades were up next door, I knew he was home,” Chico writes. “Then I’d race over and rub up against his legs. What wonderful times we’ve spent together!”

I know we’re all Pope-ed out already, but you’ve got to admit you hadn’t thought of that…yet. But now you have.

Fast-forward a few hours, and Craig is cackling at something while he’s processing a collection of Teamsters-related court cases. No, it’s not all the wacky names these guys had (because after all, if you want to be in the mob, you need a good handle), he’s cracking up because this story made it to number two on the Times most-emailed list.

The whole thing is just so surreal. As someone once said, Whiskey Tango Foxtrot man?