The Reverend Boris...The Cat

OhMyGod this is too much. I had to share. A friend of mine had his cat, Boris, (That's him with the cross in case you're kinda slow this morning) ordained. Yes, you read right. He found a service who actually has made his cat an ordained minister. I'm so sorry...I can't stop laughing.
Of course, the thing that gets me, and has me going this morning, is the state of all
these Get-Your-Degree or Certificate or Diploma-Right-Now-Just-Give-Us-$$$$$ websites and services. I mean, hello? HE GOT HIS CAT ORDAINED!
This has me in a snit (that's southern speak for pissed-off, but much more lady-like). I'm going to take Tippi, the wolf, and see how far I can go getting her credentials certified somewhere. This could get really shameful, so be on the look-out. I'm kinda scary when I get into a determined hissy-snit. (ya'll can figure that one out).
As for Reverend Boris. Sorry, I'm still laughing. I know, we're going to hell for this. But hey, maybe Boris will be able to get us out.