What Sort of Evilness Controls Oil Prices?…


Originally published in the Grand Rapids Business Journal, August 11, 2008

This one is a tribute to our cat, Cassaundra (aka, Poo!). I love her, and I think she loves me, but for 18 years now I get the distinct feeling she considers me a walking meat bag — a passably adequate servant who provides an occasional skritchin’, attends the litter box, and can be conveniently eaten if necessary.


  1. Tyler said,

    August 22, 2008 @ 1:35 pm

    “If cats were bigger they would play with us….then eat us.”. I think lions do the same thing…

  2. John Auchter said,

    August 22, 2008 @ 4:13 pm

    “If cats could talk, they would lie.” I don’t remember who said that, but it is true as well….

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