One Hundred Thousand.

This morning, I woke up to discover that against all rhyme and reason, Socks now has over one hundred thousand followers. This is astounding – where did they all come from? Why did they choose to follow him? What possible means of trickery can I use to get them all to follow me? Why aren’t they following me now? What’s he got that I haven’t got? This has all the makings of a terribly pity party on my part. I decided to tell him I was commemorating his incredible achievement, but we all know the real story. Good thing he can’t read very well:

No doubt the press, Hollywood, and all sorts of crazy latchers-on will come out of the woodwork, but I think we can assume he’ll be the same old Socks, since dumb is dumb. I’ll do my best to stop him from signing any crazy contracts or agreeing to shill for some cat food or something. I wish I could say I was positive I’ll be successful.

The nice people who are deluded into liking Sockington (and myself, I assume) have been sending in greetings and photos to him this morning. Here’s a selection:

Quite a handsome bunch, I must say. Deluded, but handsome, beautiful cats. Maybe I don’t like cats in my own home, but when it comes to seeing them in general, I always appreciate a fine form.

Anyway, Socks has declared it Socks Day which sounds very fine and good but bear in mind he basically calls every day “Socks Day”.

Thanks, everyone, for putting up with him enough to enjoy my company.