Rum, Romanism and Rebellion

10 Comments

• Gene Chewning
  February 21st, 2009 at 3:15 pm

  I believe that was 1989-2009.

  The Clintons got Socks in 1991.

• Tedski
  February 21st, 2009 at 5:50 pm

  Yes you are right…I’ll correct that.

• Carol
  February 21st, 2009 at 6:36 pm

  R.I.P. Socks

• Frank Coz
  February 21st, 2009 at 7:59 pm

  Socks’ work with Ira Magaziner and Hillary Clinton in the area of health care reform -while ultimately unsuccessful – was truly groundbreaking, especially on the issue CATatastrophic insurance.

  And I must mention his post-White House memoir, All Too Feline; a great read.

• Georgia
  February 21st, 2009 at 9:06 pm

  I still have a great nightshirt from 1992 featuring Socks. How often do we have an official First Cat anyway! He served us with typical tuxedo cat dignity. Enjoy that great kitty playground in the sky, Socks! Bill should have listened when you told him Monica would lead to trouble!

• Donna
  February 21st, 2009 at 10:41 pm

  My cat, Southpaw, is a 10 year old orange tabby who survived being (literally) run over as a kitten. Swear to God, he had tire tracks on him when I picked him up at the Chandler Animal Hospital in 1999. He was an ugly little critter, with a cut on his left eye and disheveled, mottled fur. He was all of about 6 weeks old, and unweaned. I took him home and bathed and swaddled him. Once his superficial abrasions healed (he was all cartilage when the vehicle ran over him and the vet could find no internal injuries) he got cuter.

  To this day, he thinks I’m his Mama Kitty. He suckles and nuzzles and annoys the crap out of me. He is the antithesis of the snooty, supercilious feline. He is the most non-aloof cat I’ve ever encountered. He adores me, and every other person who has the misfortune to come in contact with him. He is the only cat I’ve ever known who will come running when you call his name. He bugs me to no end.

  I hope Southpaw lives to be at least 18.

• Georgia
  February 22nd, 2009 at 4:33 pm

  Just remembered it! One of Bill’s better moments — he told the press corps to leave the cat alone when they were trying to lure Socks for pictures. At least, Bill protected his cat!

• Aaron
  February 22nd, 2009 at 11:22 pm

  Reminds me of my childhood cat:

  Pepper —1980-2000.

  Rest in peace Socks.

• Eli_Blake
  February 23rd, 2009 at 8:02 pm

  Alas, Socks had but one life.

  It is the Clintons who have nine.

• michael
  February 23rd, 2009 at 11:19 pm

  Donna, my cat Leif (who looks a little like the late, great Socks) also comes when called. He also runs to the door every night when I come home. I’d like to believe it’s all because he’s loyal and loves me, but I know it’s really only because I’m the schlub who puts food in his dish.