Warning: In this post, I guilt you into voting with an adorable kitten. Some other stuff happens too.

Step aside, Colonel Meow. (I'm kidding, sir. I adore you.) 

I am brain-fried from trying to write a novel in a month, all while fighting a head cold. (Note: "head cold" really means "sinuses that have decided to clog themselves so completely that it makes you cry to bend over to put your underwear on" All of you who have anatomically challenged sinuses know exactly what I'm talking about. And that shit is real.)

In addition to my usual list of excuses, I am adding this. It's nasty outside. Which means I need some fuzzy in my life. And as I am not allowed pets to live full-time in my apartment, a rescue visit from Lola and Rigby is out of the question.

Aaaaaaand, I'm sure that you all need a little fuzzy as well. And to vote. (Seriously, folks. Go vote. Do it. Do it NOW!) 

This is Tico. 

Tico is the fur friend of my person friend, Jane. Say hello to Jane! (Lovely, isn't she!)

For today's post, I am literally going to overload you with pictures of this, one of the most adorable kittens I have ever seen. Seriously, he's got a face like Puss in Boots. (I nearly died from all the cuteness last night when Jane humored my creeper request for pictures of her cat. But hey. At least I don't have a panel van. And at least it's not meth. Right? Right. Kittens are not meth.) 

It's so early! But YOU should go vote! While I take a catnap.

I'm hiding in your purse to remind you to vote!

Did you vote yet? Did you vote? Did you vote yet? Did you vote yet? (Also, Can I have yo number?)

Look at my sweet  face! And I'm sitting next to your car keys. So we can go to the polls. So you can vote. Because you haven't done that yet and it's your civic duty. Along with feeding me.

Ok, I get it. You're busy. But I'm going to lay here, distracting you with my adorableness, until you go vote.  That shit you're pinning "working on" will be here when you get back. 

The polls close in 6 hours! We don't have TIME for you to call your mom! Or shower!  Get moving! 

I will lay here amid these vaguely patriotic looking hats as a last, desperate attempt to get you to vote. Aren't I precious? Of course I am. Now go exercise your rights! And then come immediately home and rub my belly. Because I've worked hard today. 

Thank you, Tico, for the public service announcements. Thank you, Jane, for letting me stalk your cat. Please go vote. I'm going on my lunch break. Even if you think you're deciding between a boob and an inconsistent douche, go vote anyways. Because it's important. 

And so ends what will likely be the only preachy post you will ever find on Nested. But I preached through the tiny, adorable nose of Tico the kitten. So it's fine. You're welcome. (Ok, so I think we all know that's not true. But I will promise you this - anytime I whip the ol' soapbox out, atop it will be a cute animal that I am using as a ventriloquism dummy. You can't complain about that.) 

(Note: When I say "ventriloquism dummy" I mean that I will me using the pictures and their captions to soapbox the shit out of you. Not that I will stuff and make a dummy out of the animal. Or throw my voice. Because I can't.)

I'll be back tomorrow. But we're going to do a little bit of voting of our own on Nested today. Vote in the comment box. 

Tomorrow's post will be about:

           A) How Carter almost burned the apartment down while I was out of town. 

           B) The Sequel to The Nekked and The Nude (Yup. Mom bought us massages this week.) 

           C) ___________________ (Note: This is like when you get to write yourself on the ticket.) 

It's up to you,  America  25 people who regularly tune in! Make your vote count! It's like a Choose Your Own Adventure book! (Only less cool and with a whole lot more discussion of uteruses. And no dinosaurs.) 

Happy Tuesday/Election Day, y'all!