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Crazy day. We had a major network meltdown and one of my friends was robbed at gunpoint on his way back from lunch. Eclair came home from a $420.00 joyride to the vet... sans ovaries. She ended up needing some special meds after x-rays of her hips. She has degenerative arthritis. All that four-legged doctor shit adds up. Fortunately the day is winding to a close and I can almost taste the Crown Royal Special Reserve slip sexily past my tongue and down my throat. Mmmmmmn. Tick tock. I heard a cool birthday tribute to Dr. Suess on the way to work (via NPR): Oh the Birthday We'll Have! On the second of March in the hills of Na-Nupp Every Who who's a "who" down in Who-Ville shows up. The autograph seekers have lined up in clumps With the Sneetches and Snuvs and the Wockets and Wumps The Red Carpet is teeming with top paparazzi And the whole place is done up quite razz-a-ma-tazzi. Here comes the Lorax from forestry school With a fish that he'd caught in McElligot's pool Behind him, "Sam I am" steps through the chain With the green eggs and ham he refused on the train. Then the Grinch, with his world-famous great Grinchy sneer And Horton, the elephant with specs in each ear Then Marvin K. Mooney climbs down thru the trees In a suit by Armani with gold sequined fleas Then red fish and blue fish and not to be lazy Thidwick the Moose carries Daisy-Head Maisy. But the Cat -- where's the Cat? -- is he stuck in L.A.? With his agents and lawyers and pipers to pay? He's finished Cat One and is filming Cat Two But just then his limousine pulls into view. I am here, have no fear, says the Cat in the Hat. I was never not coming, it was never not that. I juggled appointments and came when I could Cause a birthday is fun and no fun is no good. Then the Cat in the Hat, with a wink of an eye Holds a glass of red Beezlenut juice to the sky May I say, says the cat, we are here, we are here To salute you dear Doctor, we hope you are near. On your one-hundredth birthday, we give thanks to you, "For your troubles in getting to Solla Sollew, "For the green Grickle-grass that is here for us all, "For 'a person's a person, no matter how small.' "For the fox and the Grox and the Grinch each December, "Oh, the places you took us! We'll always remember." We celebrate all of the stories we had, When the worst things we knew really weren't that bad. A hundred years later, a gift for all time When reason was lost, Doctor, you gave us rhyme.